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cakesideways
cakesideways
There is no such thing as a meaningless word with the small exception of all of them.
The fire roars, the winds whistle The stars play a song that can't be heard A melody you can only listen to with your eyes And if you look long enough your heart will sing along Stare long enough and the lights will start to dance With the fire by your side, you forget the cold The stars make you forget the dark And you listen for an eternity An eternity that only lasts hours Because the fire will die And the Sun will rise But the silent noise will be back again When night falls
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Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 7:24 PM UTC
Silent Noise
I see it in every wrinkle In every wilting flower In every cracked stone Every second of the hour Something that isn't there, but was To which all things are bound Something anyone can lose But only few have found The universal measure A tick that doesn't bite Nothing can dodge its warm embrace Not even day and night Always there and never not Though it holds no shape or form I sit and watch the clouds gather The calm before the storm
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Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 10:15 PM UTC
Illusory Restraint
They're invisible because they're moving too fast And I wonder what else I haven't seen That's passed me by, moving too fast A library of stories told only once And I'll never hear them because they were read too quickly Lower the shudder speed and you might catch a glimpse A peek into the photo album of everything you've never thought to notice An unfathomable amount of things happen every day and I'm not a part of most of them I'm left out of an uncountable number of moments, all of which have the potential to be incredible I'm moving too fast, I'm invisible That's one way to look at it, but here's another: Every moment I experience is exclusively specific to me Every moment I experience is a photograph taken just for me, added to an album that only I will get to look back on Every moment I experience is a novel written just for me, a story that only I get to read Nothing ever moves too fast Everything I need to see is moving at exactly the right speed
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Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 5:46 PM UTC
On a Rock by the Lake, After Midnight
The fisherman casts his lure into the undisturbed water The soft "plunk" sends ripples to the farthest reaches of the pool His bait is shiny, it dances to a rhythm that is impossible to follow It catches my eye, as it never fails to do I swim towards it as I've done so many times before I know I should leave it be, I know where this road goes But I'm already caught He reels me in As I'm being pulled away I scold myself for my stupidity I'm pulled out of the water and for a brief moment I can't breath It's a feeling that I've become so familiar with that I no longer fear it The fisherman drops me in his bucket For hours I'm left to swim around without direction Until he releases me, he always releases me I swim back home, I've already forgotten the lure and its magic Until I hear the "plunk" again And I'm reminded that I'm not the one in control
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Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 3:18 PM UTC
Distraction
It was not long, a few days at most, before we hit the storm The first wave hits with ineffable force, knocking me off my feet A well placed bolt of lightning took out a sizable portion of the ship and her passengers The second wave carries them away, never to be seen again Thunder crashes and the foremast falls to the sea The third wave swallows it up The captain remains stoic, shouting orders to what little crew he has left The fourth wave strikes the starboard bow, some men are thrown from the edge I grab hold of the rail, my grip strengthened by some primal fear The fifth wave washes over me and I’m torn away I thrash and struggle up to the surface and fill my lungs with air The sixth wave takes me under again Again I make it to the surface and climb onto a passing piece of wreckage The seventh wave drags what remained of the ship to the ocean’s murky depths At least the sound of thunder and rain blocks out the screams of drowning men The eighth wave breaks I remember how the ship once stood tall and proud The ninth wave looms over me I take a breath
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Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 8:19 PM UTC
The Ninth Wave
Like waves crashing upon an empty beach, the ocean’s shade matches my feelings; blue I grasp at happiness, just out of reach My head cluttered with memories of you The tide pulls me farther away from shore I’m drowning, but not struggling for air Choking on the times that we shared before Sinking in this endless sea of despair The ocean turns to green, a softer shade The waves glitter in the light of the sun My heart’s memories of you begin to fade The next chapter in my book has begun You occupied my mind for far too long It’s time I turn my back and move along
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Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 8:16 PM UTC
Sea-Foam Green
I can not, should not, will not say That I've found my path, found my way To live a life just day by day Leaves me feeling lost Without direction, left to wander Alone with my thoughts, left to ponder Calling out, no responder Leaves me feeling lost
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Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 8:04 PM UTC
Lost