Poetry
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people fall all the time they break down without even knowing they succumb, even when there’s nothing to fear they lose themselves to what isn’t even there these ghosts, they haunt and they taunt for no reason sometimes, all you can do is try to be strong even when you feel so weak inside people… Read more
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Under a spreading chestnut tree, I saw you, and you saw me. It’s raining. Sometimes snowing. These days, they sway like dying trees. Love in the burning embers of a fire. Emotion, so warm against pale skin. The air smells of insects. It tastes of leaves and dying dreams. The fall of another year, but… Read more
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oh these days in hell I can’t seem to find myself wasting away the hours left cold and alone with only dust to keep me company stay in bed stay safe from anything that hurts and everything hurts between the sheets there’s only faith when love and flesh fade these ideas will last forever so… Read more
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Figures dissolving. Landscape blinking through neon eyes. All those lovers, throwing themselves into the night. Those mad, troubled seers of visions, always reaching for something more. What disturbed minds they must have, for wanting to cling to the belief that life is more than just a series of achievements. Events to be photographed. Steps climbed… Read more
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These English days. Gravestones and poets, arm in arm and wishing to be left alone. Friends beyond words. A sadness in the air that brings comfort. A natural melancholy wrapped around flesh and stone. The trees speak of time. They whisper of things amiss. Animals and children, the innocents who need protecting. Monstrous humans, more… Read more
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Rocking back and forth, the hours tick away. Earth child, so sad and in need of comfort. We all fall down. We all break apart regardless of who, or what, we are. Flickering light of a candle, casting patterns on pale skin. Headaches cutting through mushy brain cells. Balls full of spunk, bursting at the… Read more
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The still point of the turning world. Don’t talk about the weather, talk about love instead. Run fingers through auburn hair, and fall through the floor. Heartbeats echo. They spin without reason. Footsteps in the sand. Melting hands upon hips so soft. Stars and cosmic rays, colliding like cars on the freeway. Music makes us… Read more
