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SheOfNeverland Jun 2017
art
art is the child of pain
the son of rain
the blood within the vein
of a twisted child
young and wild;
an attempt to reconcile
hatred, baseless and faceless
a screenshot of the heart....
that is art.
SheOfNeverland Jun 2017
Here I am
Looking at you watching me
As I see the world
Through your words
And I taste your truth
While we speak of youth,
Sitting on the pavement
Staring at the sun,
As if no one ever said
It wasn't safe.
Pondering the things we've done
Mistakes we've
Sown and grown
Into a lesson,
Talking of gods and queens
Our hopes and dreams.
I spilled my soul
Onto the concrete
As you stared in wonder
While I tapped my feet
To the beat of your heart.
  Jun 2017 SheOfNeverland
Ashley Black
Sure
It's easy to see broken clocks
aren't ticking
but I prefer broken people
Clocks get stuck
in their last instant
At least people keep on living
SheOfNeverland Jun 2017
My gypsy heart longs for the road
my ears wait for the stories told
throughout the years, passed down the line
stories that have outlived time.
My wandering eyes yearn for the stars
let's pack our bag, live in the car
with a forest bedroom in the trees
pillows made from maple leaves.

My gypsy heart cries for the skies
begging them to come alive
to wash away our soiled souls and
let us live in times of old.
My bleeding ears search for the song
but every sound I hear is wrong
in vain I try to find the tune
as the sun rays burn away the moon.

My gypsy heart calls out your name
in hope that yours will do the same
two sorry souls joined into one
our journey, now, has just begun.
My waiting lips anticipate
the commencement of our woven fates
as we lie upon the forest floor
you leave me wanting so much more.
SheOfNeverland Jun 2017
Fireflies dot the skies as
we dance in the moonlit night
unaware, without a care for
the rest of the world.
Your hands brush my face
filled with gentle grace
as we claim this place
as our own,
and with you I don't
need a home.
The willow sets the scene
so calm, serene
as the moon beams
keep time, getting lost
in the rhymes that
we sing and the
joy that they bring
to my soul.
You awakened me from
a sleep so deep I
couldn't tell I was
dreaming
or screaming for help,
who knew a stranger
could know me so well.
SheOfNeverland Jun 2017
Our bodies are conductors
of electricity
Sparks fly from you to me
igniting a fire
kindled by our desire
for freedom
in it's pure form
shelter from the restless storm
within our souls.
We are the flames reaching
high up to the sky
and the wisps of ash
as they pass
are the words we
whisper.
The wind ushers us along
while we sing the songs of nature
as it passes us by...
you are the best high I've ever had
and the low comes slow
as we float back down to earth
until we are ready
to fly again.
SheOfNeverland Jun 2017
In the night we see shadows
envelop the light
all but the stars turn dark
as we watch our breath bond with the breeze.
As an astral being I walk
While we talk about life and death and love
as the moon above smiles
at this child like giddiness
we have discovered in each other.
He was born while the stars collided
an explosion of colors
and their truth was confided in him alone
while the stardust created his home.
She was spawned from the sea
as wicked and wild as waves
with a temper untamed, swayed by
only the tides as they changed.
Together, sea and sky they flew
high above the rest
bringing out only the best
in the other, two sides to a sword
that could cut through all of
the pain in the world.
He and she both knew of love
but never have two souls
broken the chains of this
mind numbing cage we call
civilization without
the help of another, be it friend
foe or lover,
the will to discover
new worlds.
As the dandelion flies
through the black, silken skies
they make a wish and lock it tight
behind their lips
until the time is right to let it
slip between their tongues.
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