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MelodyFrom darkness, sweetness pounces.
In the darkness she renounces,
All my vastly fleeting sorrows.
She weaves her body round me,
Heaven helps me sleep so soundly,
Satisfies me 'till tomorrow.
She makes me come alive,
Fireworks behind closed eyes,
For a while I am free.
Absorbs into the abyss,
Like a sweet and blissful kiss,
In a momentary triste,
I soak up the melody.
ThreadsOnce upon a time
For me to never
Cut these threads.
But you got bored
And I was floored
You've severed them instead.
That I would be distraught
To see the day
We hadn't spoken.
But here we are,
It quite bizarre.
But I'm relieved
These threads are broken.
The doorDon't judge me by my embellishments
For my outside is all you can see.
Until I know you won't steal
I have to protect myself under lock and key.
Sometimes I must wear a 'do not disturb' sign
So please do not interrupt me.
If you neglect me I'll rust, gather dust and creak,
So please don't forget about me.
Shouting and beating me won't make me budge,
Remember you must have the key.
Chipped awayWhen desperation trumps loneliness
Like an ace of hearts to a king,
I open myself up to another
To see what bravery brings.
But game after game I tend to find
That I have been bastardized,
And I lose a little piece of myself
And I need to learn to get wise.
One day, I will be left with nothing,
You'd think that I would have learned.
To only share my cards with another,
Like me, who shares in return.
It's going to take a special dealer
Who is able to make me whole.
My pieces are scattered along in a trail:
Chippings of my soul.
ForsakenYou seethe to know the end,
And try to comprehend,
That the ripples you create
Reach heights so great
And never really end.
If you knew all the answers
It would ruin you
So go and throw
The stones you throw
And plant the seeds
You wish to sow.
But I just wanted you to know
That consequences grow and grow
Like waves from caves the sea-wind blows.
So when you yearn for me,
Discern from taking life so seriously,
When I am altruistically
To learn from your mistakes
I must forsake you
After life, you'll rise
And find I did it all to make you wise.
It isn't that I couldn't
but I shouldn't
Answer all your cries.
From your despair
You learned to care,
Your soul repaired,
From your demise.
The lucky few - Part 4 EndingAfter all this time...they had been able to speak our language all along!?
Such a whirlwind had happened today that it seemed like a memory of a dream, but every new shock like this would zap and jolt me back awake. It would make me realize, here I was, still here, still standing in the present. I was really looking at what I was looking at, seeing what I was seeing and hearing what I was hearing, and it was all real.
As the giant proceeded to lead we all followed our guide, wide eyed but unquestioning, like pets following their trusted masters.
We walked through paths of bark under the tree canopies to the melodic soundtrack of chirping birds.
At one point the giant turned, hands rested on waist, and waited for us. Us, the slow humans at least one-quart of his size who hastened to keep up.
He led us through a parting in the hedgerow to a large field of bustling activity. Hordes of giants worked on their big silver crafts, crowds of kids talked loudly amongst themselves. Some seemed t
Treasures of the seaWhat would you do
If several sea horses
Came charging at you?
They would be aquamarine
And mauve coloured too
And all shades of blue
Jewels and translucent
Racing for you
Treasures of the sea;
Not just their colours
but temperaments too!
The butterfliesThe dance of love
That I admire,
They tease the room and never tire
Inside; they churn,
They weave, convert.
The butterflies would never hurt
I dream of you,
Your darling scent.
I wait for you and smile, content.
But I grow sad
And worn from waiting.
Butterflies are dissipating
My mood has faded.
I can focus;
Butterflies are worms and locusts.
I have died.
My flesh is rotting.
Waiting fate, inside my coffin.
Send me awaySend me away
To a place not tracked my miles
I know you don't want me to stay
So maybe now you can finally smile
Send me away
Like everyone else has before you
I'll find a new place to lay
For what else is a broken man to do
Send me away
Yet again I will play as the fool
Tear up my heart just to play
Then toss me like a useless tool
Send me away
What more can you want from me
Your leaving my heart to decay
So just let go and leave me be
Send me away
Away so I can go back to being alone
Go back to being cast astray
And go back to a world without a home.
A different SomeoneAll alone,
left in the dark,
I needed a flame,
a spark to my heart.
Walls that crumbled,
crashing to the ground,
all without noise,
or a single sound.
on the side of the road,
watching those that pass.
The mirror shows,
what I've become,
a different someone.
Rear View MirrorThinking back, I imagine all my friends
Each going off to their own means or their ends
It makes me wonder where everyone goes
Because through the rearview mirror, it never shows
I sit here alone, trying to see
What I can make out through this melancholic reverie
Although this rain is too heavy and this fog is too thick
I will make the past stay; it will finally stick
To remember the past is all I’ll allow
And a light in a mirror is all I can see now
In the reflection, there stands a solemn silhouette
I know that in introspection, this is all we will really get
As I watch the lonely outline as it starts to wave goodbye
The strength leaves my body, and I slump down to cry
I know that they waved until I was entirely out of sight
For the last time, they smile as if everything were perfectly alright
Alone again, I wonder about my friends
Pondering if they would fight on until the very end
And if any of them will follow me to wherever I may go
Well, with this rearview mirror, I will s
If only You'd say yes.You want to know how i feel,
but im in fear of what you would say.
Telling you plainly "i love you",
Is not enough to make you stay
So the reasons that i love you...
is it your smile? Is it your laugh?
is it the fact that i can tell you anything,
and know that you'll always have my back?
Is it because you're like one of the guys?
Never afraid to make fun of us back.
But still showing that you are a lady
that is gentle and with feelings intact.
Just the feeling of seeing you next to me,
is enough to make my heart race.
It would stop at the sound of your voice,
but wont settle for less than first place.
You tell me that you aren't perfect,
and i tell you that nobody is.
But if i had the chance to change that,
There is nothing that i need to fix.
Now you know how you make me feel,
and i hope that i do not regret this...
but you and i could be perfect together,
if only you would say yes.
In the ParkIn the park beneath the trees
Couples chatting playfully
I see them in the distance
As I sit upon this park bench
I came here to sit in peace
To read a book and seek release
Their happiness is a torment
A reminder of what is absent
I get up and walk away
I'll return again another day
Two versions of LoveYou tell me that love
Just doesn't exist
Just a lie that's spoken
While your heart is in bits.
You tell me that Love
Is all but hidden misery
Only the strong are happy
But even they fall prey to it.
You tell me that Love
is just a made up word
made up by the script
But the real thing is unheard.
You Cry to me that love
is the source of your tears
And has only brought you misery
Through out all your years.
But let me tell you that love
Truly does exist
Its there every time your here
When together we sit.
Let me tell you that love
Hides all the misery
it shields the weak from the pain
Lets them live in harmony.
Let me tell you that love
Is more than just a word
its a feeling in your heart
Ignited by three words.
Now i plead to you that love
Will cure you of your tears
So take my hand and i promise
I'll show you how Love feels.
People Are PrisonsHe grew complacent in his cell,
Built from the smiles of friends or worse.
In every thought a new disease.
In every touch or taste a curse.
Cynical and misanthropic,
Shaped and sculpted by peoples words,
He sees them now like savages.
Their promises free as flights of birds.
In the dark he tests his bonds
And finds his arms have grown so strong.
He can peel the mortar and the stone
To stay here now would feel so wrong.
Through six feet of dirt, he feels like death,
Touching at the light once more.
A mind that's sold out to revenge.
So many years; he's keeping score.
Make right the wrongs with other wrongs
And make them see the world like me.
Imprison them with smiles and words.
So many faces. Never free.
Disconnectedneon light on a lonely rooftop
amplified readjustment protocol
rainfall transceiver connected
purity and soul
fifteen strings and pure white light
monophone amplifier voice
transistor lightning eloquence
and multicolour noise
this conversation was different, we knew it from the start
the electronics were disconnected
three hundred sixty three minus one small steps were taken
until the market square and the quiet moment
damp november silent on our heels
in a world of lucid farewells
an inkstained sidewalk
and the fleeting jangle of the nightly guitar
drowning me in the autumn yellow
and the upcoming scarlet
echoes between the grey lines
between the sky and the sea
and there, at the zebra crossing
a person stands alone
for there is no reason left
to hop on the white stripes
Twenty-three years before the crippling of Crown Prince James III
He was fourteen and she was probably aged about the same, give or take a few years. It had been an hour since he'd met her.
He hated her already.
She scowled behind him and likely shared the sentiment as they scampered up the hillside in a desperate attempt to escape the roaring mob that seemed to be growing perpetually larger and coming ever-closer. Gabriel would have liked to say that it was all her fault he was in this situation, though it was his careless nicking ofwhat was it? A chicken that started the first old woman running, but how was he supposed to know that she'd stumble and fall and everyone else would think he'd assaulted her?
He hadn't. He'd taken the chicken, snapped its neck and run, because he hadn't eaten meat in weeks and he was starting to feel the affects on his already weak limbs.
This is what happens, he thought. This is what happens when you live like th
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