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389 · Aug 2017
Devil
Darrel Weeks Aug 2017
When your sad I am sad
Feel bad I feel bad
When you smile I smile
Fly away I fly as well
When you dream I dream
Weep I weep in waves
When you think I think
Pause I pause in time
When you touch I touch
Within love I love
When you call the Devil
I
The only one to hurt my love is me
388 · Mar 2017
Delicate Girl
Darrel Weeks Mar 2017
These petals are broken when dried
And thrown to the silent wind
They dance as the memory flickers
As candlelight shapes a moving rose
Delicate girl

Glances in the window night
Frame a sadness in tired eyes
Emotions skip and burst in direction
Touching from a distance
Delicate girl

It's just in front of you
But you can't grasp it and hold it to your chest
Falling through the crack in the pavement
365 · Jul 2016
Decay
Darrel Weeks Jul 2016
The holes in my hands will forever bleed
And it's fruit smeared
All will be decay
Where my icy fingers touch
Where blacken heart reflects
All will be decay
Decay destruction
298 · Aug 2017
Serpent
Darrel Weeks Aug 2017
Thin is the veil of the serpent
It's silent thunder gathers the storm
Dreams as it laughs
At its darkest day
Shakes in its expression
Kicks in the door and pushes shame into love
Crystal clear is the smoke
That hangs like a thin veil
There seems to be a mystery that holds us all together
I just hope I never find out why
285 · Aug 2017
The Hidden
Darrel Weeks Aug 2017
The good pushes its way to the outside
To stand on the shoulder of where once hidden
And cries in its sails
As it flies away into the eternal light

If good is willing it will find its home
But in its belief it has no place
It will never though return to the hidden
Just hang over the thought of the feeling
At this moment I feel I stand by my own side in wonder
256 · Jun 2016
Victoria
Darrel Weeks Jun 2016
Lived my life with eyes wide open
But since I have seen you
There is nothing left to see

For this I have no sight
But look upon love with a view
That's carries vision on
222 · Jun 2016
Voice of the moon
Darrel Weeks Jun 2016
Lost between heaven is God
Somewhere between hell is God
Voice of the moon
Cries out with the joy of solitude
Is lonely are we lonely
Do we see with no eyes
Do we feel with no dream
How to live where love stands alone

Oh voice of the moon
Release me from this sea of despair
That I may see your face again
And feel your warm protection
Hold back the tears we feel
That will dry and fade
Perhaps heart give place to shine
God keep your sleep eternal
I wrote this for my later father
Try everything in heaven or earth
I have a far better chance of listening to a voice from the moon than hearing you speak again
166 · Aug 2020
Cyanide Life
Darrel Weeks Aug 2020
Little is left to reflect
The money only covers the crack in the soul
Light the flame to burn away all unwanted emotion
We are holding on are we not ?

The scars that cover the skin
Make a feeling close to the immortal
The blood that is lost is pure ****** pleasure
i have lost my mind

to be honest i do not want it back
let them know you are nowhere
145 · Jul 2020
Darrel
Darrel Weeks Jul 2020
My name

D is Destruction
A is Atrocity
R is Redundant
R is Reckless
E is Egotistical
L is *****

i have no middle name thank the lord !!
Nowhere child keep on running , in your time you'll find something , in the Everlasting nothing - Beck
140 · Jul 2020
HANG ME
Darrel Weeks Jul 2020
When we sit and reflect
The mirror is either clear or unforgiving
Cloudy where the soul is hidden
Is it good to hide
Or to see all  we really are
Do we really take the time or have the desire to see
Someone clean this mirror in my heart
It is the lack of knowing that is making it cloudy

Cut me out and hang me ...................................
Life is depression , its not a movie
Darrel Weeks Jul 2020
With broken earth promises
As nature is to love
To grow and burst
With a hatred of the blossom
A becomes but a wage
That receives such a grandiose acclamation
That all that is paternal
Leads to these pretty girls that hold the vine
And begs
For the babies to grow
To flower in the darkness and reveal in daylight
Sweet and rounded
To have the flesh broken
That covered the nakedness

Remain magic in fertility
And give your offering to no one but the cultivator
All that i try to grow perishes because i fear its success

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