I LEARNED TO RUN WHEN I WAS YOUNG FROM A WORLD OF EVIL, AND THEN SOME THROUGH WICKED SKIES THAT STAINED THE NIGHT'S I TORE THE FABRIC TO PEEP THE SIGHT
GATHERING SHADOWS WATCHING ME BLEED FLASHES OF PHANTOMS WHO LONG TO FEED WITHIN THOSE NIGHTS MY SIGHT WAS FORMED WITHIN THOSE NIGHTS MY HEART WAS TORN
Waiting for 11:11 in the morning and staying up at night. Watching for the first star to come out at night looking for shooting stars. Just to make that 1 wish, the same thing every time. With just a small hope it can come true someday.
We speak too often of "love" The power The ability The emotions The breaths taken away
These words will never be enough So I want the silence to drip into your veins A protest from talking over my own tongue Attempting to convince you of our "love" Confessing a white flag surrender
I will hold my breath to show you The intensity The magnitude The ravenous "Love" I possess for you
a warm dawning sun rises slow on hazy horizons with winds wildly blowing down endless interconnected currents we wake up to birds singing timeless songs of morning and our forgotten past leaves us hanging like willows weeping in the rain
from this year's nanowrimo novel http://phocks.github.io/nanoisms.html Weeping Willows was selected as the daily poem November 10, 2014
Hush now, dry your tears, I know you wonder how, it has been going on for years. Promise me you'll stay, keep quiet and don't you cry, Happiness will find you one day, So please just cling on and try.