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2.0k · Apr 2013
Weakness
Erin Drummond Apr 2013
Again once more I feel paralyzed through my bones,
fatigue talks hold and rests me in the stone.
The weakness and delicacy welcomes themselves home,
above me they scream "We have greatly grown!".
Before long, they nestle themselves back into their almighty thrones.
Powerless against these cruel foes,
I buckle down to their gruesome toes.
850 · May 2013
Cleanse
Erin Drummond May 2013
The mind is a magnificent tool; use it to cleanse your thoughts and perspective.
Once you have, you’ll never go back.
You’ll be bound to the luminosity of your sensibility.
You will realize that there is an available escape from the mayhem that holds you high.
You may not notice this now or you may never notice this at all, but you need a rest, away from the civilization that has imprisoned you, you need to breathe.
You need neither phone nor laptop; I’ll tell you what you will need.
You need a break. Just come, experience your mind and go where it’s willing to take you.
You won’t leave yourself behind, you’re half already there, and you just need to awaken this spirit within you.
There will be a time where this opportunity passes.
So take it now and sprint to the hill before you, to your friend that’s distanced himself from you, to the horizon ahead and allow yourself to linger in the undiscovered depths of spirit and soul and wake from the drearily haze that is called reality but is that of delusion.
671 · Apr 2013
Worlds Divide
Erin Drummond Apr 2013
What a terrible disguise! I can see that dreadful scorn in your pale eyes.
I can see a thoughtful dark tale portraying all awhile.
In short spurts something manifests within you,
please know you need to leave this all behind you.
Trust me dear, I tell no lie.
It is for your best if you try hide, somewhere safe,
where you can re-kindle your life.
Be careful in the worlds divide,
and please take comfort in knowing that I did not leave you behind.
574 · May 2013
Look at yourself
Erin Drummond May 2013
Look at yourself darling.
You are not entirely what you appear to be.
There is something caressing your soul,
what could this ever be?
Dear me,
Where will I find the words to burden thee,
your speech screams 'leave me'
You eyes tell a heartfelt story.
Forgive me for asking, but where are you darling?
Forgive me again, for I say
that you are not entirely what you appear to be.

— The End —