Searching for Galileo,
    the race to be first home,

In a sea of patients
    we climb the probability tree,
    walk upon the shore collecting
      memory shells,

We win the little wars,
     lose the big fight,

These windows are breathing apparatus,
     this ceiling, a blur of tungsten sky,
     rain, tears, weep,

To rest near to you,
     the technicolor sleep,
     and I died with you,

All farewells are sudden.

the wrong one
will find you in peace
and end up leaving you in pieces

only the right one
can find you in pieces
and guide you to peace

I watch her dance in the pale moonlight,
Her wild heart that never stays.
Yet for her, the world stands still,
Her sigh breaks men like me.

In every glance, in every sigh,
She holds the world beneath her eyes.
A gentle hand, a steady will,
And when she smiles, the stars ignite.

For love is her, and she is love,
And in her eyes, I see it clear
All that I want, and all that’s dear.

In shadows cast by twilight's sigh,  
where whispers of my past float by,  
a gentle weight, like autumn’s breath,  
wraps my heart in thoughts of death.

My world is adorned in muted hues,  
a canvas stained with wistful blues,
and memories that age into fading ghosts,  
leaving a tender heart that longs the most.  

Beneath the weight of my silent nights,  
is a hope that fades with morning light,  
and a fragile thread of joy may gleam,  
yet drifts away like a distant dream.  

The laughter is lost and my smiles deferred,  
in every happy word that is left unheard,  
this quiet storm over my tranquil sea
Melancholia, you are yet to comfort me.  

Lizzie Bevis

And the time stopped,
when you looked at me,
with 'those eyes'.

You held me close,
softly, gently
and kissed me as if
I were the cure
you had searched for
your entire life.

A juggler who juggles no *****,
A defeated entity of time,
A humorous attempt of nature to give,
As it was desperate to not  have it's summer hue stolen,
A child of autumn, perceived as the colour brown,
A deserted colour,yet profound,
He swings obsessively,
Deluded in a harsh desire to love,
He imitates the spring,
But his flowers wilt without a cause,
Compelled by a maddening desir,
He corrupts the produce of summer,
He feels avenged,
He was a lost cause.

I'm frought against a merciless foe
Pitted with no sword or shield
All my life it seems  to me I'm
Alone against an angry world

All around me haters hate
In my life it won't abate
I am in a wounded state
A sad and lonely little girl

I look to the right I look to the left
At hellish faces pittiless
I ball up, of love bereft
It seems as though l can't unwind

I look before, I look behind
It seems as though I'm going blind
I need to heed the promises
Then some hope I'll surely find!

For angel armies night and day
Against my enemies arrayed
God receives what I have prayed
I now find Ch)rist!  I have His mind!

He presents the belt of truth
He gives me a strong breastplate
Righteousness against the hate!
Sandals of my peace with God
Hemet to protect my mind
Shield of faith... against the odds!

Then, at last, the mighty Sword!
All the armor is restored!

I will fight the evil one
Look out devil... HERE I COME!!!



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Write of Passage
Catherine jarvis

Can we be more than just a  produce for this world?
Conjoined to the core so I can claim you mine,
So I can feel more than your flesh and blood,
So I can feel your soul and it's innocence,
With a quill I shall write our sorrows together,
Yet describing the depth of your eyes is all my quill is bound to do,
You colonized my heart with one embrace,
Claiming everything yours,
It was already yours,
But I would rather write than say,
It's all a shattered spectacle can do,
The hum of your heart is rather enticing,
Its coarse yet delicate how surprising,
"You are a whim of my heart" is all I can say
A whim that shall never perish and ruin me away

Derail your anxious train of thought

Open your inner spirit

And enter the dream corridor
like a leaf from a tree in its dying season

Coma come quiet
Airless linger delight

Sacrificial pasts
give you the power
to leave places

The world won't get better
but you will