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Inga Nov 2016
Hey, have you heard of a town
A small town that resides at the last boundaries of the earth
A town where all rumors speak of truth
A town who have made the last birth

I once knew a town where people look different
Various races, diverse bloodlines running through the land
But when that time comes, when the clock ticks at 7 in the evening
Ah, yes! Look into their faces, they are just one of a kind, standing hand in hand

They said that town crumbles slowly day by day
That the edge of the earth seem to swallow them down deep into the abyss
What lies out there has been vogue yet familiar
And when someone falls down, the town will be filled of words, songs to reminisce

You will never know you're in that town once you're in there
I've heard that once you step in, you shall resemble a lost child
Who has walked for ages just to find his way home
Until he finally settles in, the nostalgic scent, so tender and mild

How was it possible? Memories that have been altered?
Or don't you think, the way you're in, is nothing but a shadow covering the truth?
That once you decided to look for the town at the edge of the earth
You'll finally feel like a large tree reversing its life after finding its deepest root

Nevertheless, all these sayings, one thing bothers me
That in that town, the moon was so enormous that it dominates the skies at night
And every time, little by little, it seems to be moving closer to the town
Hiding beneath is a smile as it illuminates the whole place in sheer delight
just thought of this after the super moon phenomenon!
Inga Sep 2016
I remember the first time i've heard
Of Fireflies over the radio
Under the night where there were no stars to see
I knelt down and stared for minutes
Minutes full of dreamy thoughts
Until I've listened to Vanilla Twilight
On how melodrama strangled me
I've began creating a playlist
Of all his songs running in my head
On how Gold made me feel special
And Alligator Sky gave a spark in my eyes
Wolf Bite touched my lips with its peculiar fingertips
Shooting Star never meant to say goodbye
He reminded me that Dreams will never turn to Dust
Glimmered my sight with the fairy dust of Beautiful Times
Rainbow Veins carried me all over the clouds
That being Up all Night can never be this heart-wrecking
He revealed the true colors of Dimentia
Painted a smile and hinted that Angels were everywhere
And told me that it's always a Good Time
That He'll look forward to See me Again

His songs made me build a ladder
With all the books and all my dreams
With all my hopes and all my memories
To overcome a wall called Reality
And see a whole new world on the other side.
Appreciation to Adam Young!
Inga Sep 2016
You will never understand how a droplet of attention you've given weighs so much on that moment when I was nothing but a parched desert
Inga Sep 2016
Today I dedicate this to you
As I wander under the night full of stars
Feeling the cool water on my feet
Letting my tears join the vast seas
Songs lingering among seashells
I found my only spot
In the middle of this isolating world
I knelt down, feeling the earth upon my knees
My fingers slowly writing, pleading
On this damped shore
Teeth gritting, fighting the cold
Or maybe, the pain, as each letter is written
Within those words, a verse of a million thoughts
Of the memories we shared together
Of the once sought forever we often dream at night
And a bitter goodbye
For I wasn't good enough
We weren't in love enough
As the message vanishes with the waves
So does everything
Everything about us
Or so I hope
Inga Aug 2016
I was in my room that day
when the sun decided to hide
and the darkness started to crawl
letting my monsters scream from the inside

I felt Despair's hands all over me
and Vanity's at the corner, offering me a drink
Loneliness started to sing his favorite lullaby
and Pain suddenly got his paper and ink

Chaos was calling from the window
Depression just got in and said hello
Jealousy shouted that he wants to play
until I heard someone saying, "what does it feel like from there below?"

Regret was smiling softly
as he stood behind the door
all other emotions stopped and began to look at me
and Regret spoke, "Talk. I want to hear more."

Depression was still clinging
Loneliness was still singing
Regret is now in front of me, grinning
And I just found myself crying
  Aug 2016 Inga
Isabella Watson
Your favorite game is chess,
But I thought the game was mean,
Cause you labeled all your pieces,
But I was never queen.
You really do like chess, but I now play against you instead with you.
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