Isaac C. Thornhill: Poems

Nov 2015 · 475

Isaac C. Thornhill Nov 2015

This is not a happy place
We love to hate each other,
inside a very safe space.
Lies are sold on lips of youth
disguised as truths, forbidden fruits.
When it crashes on your pretty head,
just remember what ol' uncle sam says,
you never had a choice.

(c) I.C.Thornhill

Nov 2015 · 390

This City

Isaac C. Thornhill Nov 2015

This City

this city
with its filth and flat roads
***** deeds, so it goes
need a fix?
need a hit?
this city
has your need
here take a swig
cost?
its high, you bet
so it goes
oh little boy
oh sweet girl
hands between his legs
her face down on the couch
just a fix?
just a hit?
this city has got what you need
so it goes
so it goes

(c) I.C.Thornhill

Mar 2013 · 574

En krigere bønn

Isaac C. Thornhill Mar 2013

En krigere bønn

når jeg dør -    when I die
                            legge meg på en båt    -     lay me on a boat
                                                                     satt det i brann   -     set it afire
                                                                                                   sende meg flytende     -    send me afloat

Jun 2011 · 1.3k

Happy?

Isaac C. Thornhill Jun 2011

Happy?

When was the last time you looked at your self
and felt truly happy?
Perhaps when you were young and worry free
or maybe when you were thirteen.
The first kiss, the last fist you ever shook at someone in anger.
Perhaps you were never happy, I know The exact day when I
was happy. The day I was born.

Nov 2010 · 699

In Memory, Sylvy Thornhill

Isaac C. Thornhill Nov 2010

In Memory, Sylvy Thornhill

Here she lays
on the 29th of Novemeber
Black and white and so elegant
she was with me when i divorced my wife
she never judged me
stayed by my side
slept where i did
she was my rock
Sylvy is her name
i will forget not
how you bumped my leg
with your head
when you wanted my affection
you kept my undivided attention
you were what a women would be
I love you always and will miss you forever

(c) Isaac C. Thornhill

Oct 2010 · 568

Well

Isaac C. Thornhill Oct 2010

Well

What if i disappear
Would you notice me gone
are you to busy
to see that I'm lost
the leaves glide across
an empty road
the wind blows your hair
even when im not there
what if i disappear
this question i ask you
from so far away
i whisper the question
hoping you will hear me
so many promises
i will never keep
just think for a second
what if i disappear
would you life be very different
would your bed be cold
with out me in it
will the light seem dimmer
without my energy to add to it
your days might drag on
your nights...forever
what if i disappear

(c) Isaac C. Thornhill

Oct 2010 · 1.4k

Scatterbrain

Isaac C. Thornhill Oct 2010

Scatterbrain

like dont love make man life priest time soul know just thats fear say eyes place way light want god evil does lie live hate open thought tell lives listen great memory spoke deep words night earth pain told head broken sister away sky lust leave hands smile close dark lost bed theres end messes doubt memories morning mountain wont purpose souls think breaths heart boy twin day silly bleeding lies im mouth flesh world self asked tried chance understand face really cause truth faith things body burn kids shadows says bodies wall circle ground true floor skin simple gods children fall clean lovelust believe eye laugh demon better die forever path questions late guess coin help room ive ask left heaven fears yes create short control voice long torture met welcome rip brain thing hell touch disgusted bitter piece skies gone lose turning knows fate forgive human making humans afraid infinite sly drive liked clear switch died peace begin slaughter wait forth oh accept forgotten spark ones makes today minutes return angel moments imagination matter walked good old pass shall tortured limb wears flashlight dead vengeance nature passed filled road rambling pie denied line angrily hunger havent passage feel breathing past friends slowly try hear fight doesnt havoc talent knock searching poems stain ears release selves taste cover moon speak tongue rumble wouldnt free trick relationships sense started gates born rumbled morlis poem losing cameras goodbye blissful longer tightly curse death regard rotten starving gold flipped young sees invite apathy killed cast lot dies brother progress weak alive tossed rock magazines trees black passes backs alright reap shell lasts desires albedo admitted ******* simpler toast regardless person faithful instead character moved conversations fluttered murdered fights grow darkness silent meaning dew offer climb claim rainy almighty fade pleasure power pretending bury wanted supposed thoughts participating story missing trusty need blisters slumber people bet humble fearful sins shame deal fast look profound got bow innocent blame dim flip biting learns lungs crashed run unbroken written horizon little **** tree paused moment flows beating randomness delights faultless tall pages jumps wonder tear social began animals doubted unquenchable wounds nice watch attack guerrilla bring despot hurt loud goes resting cow ******* deeper crying brothers pulled window prowl sioux hubris capture heat cold stop low writhing happy childs reveal finger years pools stupidity turn second drop planet difference whisper stuck flicker kg walls car cruel community led page killing jeans crap bandaging frees victim falls apple chair tough bunch choice watching torn anger wise desire false final forced bounds bakery thousands hours used cope breath defeat frightful nightfall fateful tripe faces easier gown dream pull snatched punished falling curious congested lights burns drives ill **** forgives hand cruelty allie rant copes naked youthis fuss structured exterior break despise sit question closing sisters right dragged came arms created obscene advantage structure blast ringing fires happen vein lived wants rained nose join slices knew listener hold far fog skye shut wanting destroy spot corrupt negate tells defines reply hair proud obviously moaning wash tragedy summoned future distance telescopic filth hoofs adjusted learn write high weve selfthin rites contact ribs devour mountains haze scared pleasures reflect hurry wet journey exists comments bullet shadow **** driven pointed ****** heavy stood breeze approaching desperate torch fullest dreams bullets plight weeds fills tested hearts packages borrowed chose experiences similar select warn flourishes seas scarred mother support oceans universe protect chest devices itdidntmatter hollow fervor **** drivel birth asks shotguns sight bee bath climbed snow freedom ignore suns shriek tumbling kind riot survival buying waiting patiently finished manwoman procreate painsufferingloss lilly rain vain shadowless minds girlfriend zone mechanized flame bridge unhappy stars thousand finalizing contribute mark leaves age village smiled dog flick confused lock door counterparts demands steak felt shared monsters angry loss hope stopped wheres enemies temple abyss hawk smiles compels bold tired load seconds youthful heed killers puppets fabrication peels missed grace scream flew language generation neat spy joke saved scorched golden delicate reach split girl key ashes await judged fools rewards mean gear town small maladjusted real stone tries opened meanness remember flower clue heaving website meager spider promises whats sea attain wind bacon forget mist clouds studied layer shout divine watched brings plane paradise half song burning kid turned dumb calls work disconnected magic pan wish bird blinding fresh grasp scrub moves catch jealousy hated eating everyday remembered annoying cracked outpost **** happened haunting awake tricked steep hole judge amor oblivious deny wards days isnt bad feast crammed slipped studying trade burger force regret breakfast *** new word popped meaningful dutiful presents shower claws producer trapped given burnt coming decide crosses leads denial remains times shank mi letting organs escapes friend

(c) Isaac C. Thornhill

Oct 2010 · 641

Status Unknown

Isaac C. Thornhill Oct 2010

Status Unknown

There once was a man
He was quite the fool
He loved only when loved
Never thought to deceive
only himself
was he disguised as a liar

Almost ruined a good life
the perfect bride
the chosen wife

His hands filthy
can never get cleansed

For this his heart is broken
only she can heal his wounds

The trust is lost
shes no fool

He will fight
He must
to win back her devotion

To give her what she has given him
a chance to be loved

(c) Isaac C. Thornhill

Jun 2010 · 570

The Force of Character

Isaac C. Thornhill Jun 2010

The Force of Character

Always
Waiting
Never
Alone
Turning
Face down
A hand
of stone

Burnt ashes
falling
tortured
no more

Forever
tumbling
down the hole

Broken
Promises
Tired
of lies

Blissful
Denial
Told me
you tried

Bury your crosses
under the bridge
Leave behind
everything
that made you live

You will see me
no more
try not to
forgive

Alone

Goodbye

(c) Isaac Thornhill

Jun 2010 · 547

Mi Amor

Isaac C. Thornhill Jun 2010

Mi Amor

Just a few more minutes
is all we ever want
a few more days
until our final resting spot
make those minutes last
the most of what you got

dont deny yourself
simple pleasures
select delights

never live there
no not in the past
you will regret everyday
as if it were your last

so heed these simple words
from a most humble man
to live life to the fullest
take what you can
give as much to others
only what you have

your breaths will be full
your eyes will light with life
your soul will be clean
your life will be alright

(c) Isaac Thornhill

May 2010 · 607

Morālis

Isaac C. Thornhill May 2010

Morālis

"What is there to say"
Not much i guess
More or Less

"Have you told a lie today?"
"I bet YOU did?"
More or Less

"The sky is on fire"
"Such randomness"
More or Less

"What if i said i love you?
Would say it back?"
More or Less

"You haven't a clear thought
in your head at all, have you?"
More or Less

Much like the wind
that flows across the sky
or the moon that moves
without the naked eye
I see what i want and
hear what i can
Does that make me no less a man?

I think not, there for i am.
I haven't a clear thought,
and you have no head.

I guess I'm just rambling,
but thats all we ever do.
Rumble about this or that,
it doesn't really matter
if you shower or bath.

Well this doesn't make much sense?
How can it be?
Should i listen to structure,
the song of the bee.

Forever and over the light passes through.
From night time to day time,
listen to the Sioux.
The soul of the earth is dark and corrupt
are these just words, they cause such a fuss.

I'm done rambling, for now.
If I see you again it will be in the sky.

(c) Isaac C. Thornhill

May 2010 · 563

Conversations with me

Isaac C. Thornhill May 2010

Conversations with me

Does anyone ever tell you
that your poems ****
No, never
they bow and they drivel
they dont give a ****
and once hold you high
always pretending
"its never a lie."
Well,
you wouldn't know talent
if it rained from the skies
crashed upon your head
or
popped out your eye
"dont be so silly, talent does fall from the skies. "

Well you wouldn't know anyway,
your as dumb as your lies.

"Truth be told, i never liked you
Even when you tell the truth
your tongue is bitter
your words are full of filth
your eyes light up
when a lie presents itself
you take full advantage
like a kid ******* himself"

"well i never liked you either!"
you shout in your shriek, annoying voice.
"my brother my sister i hate my choice,
even more than i hate you."

"so why tell the lie,
say you like something
you really dont?
"is it hubris or jealousy,
that compels you to speak?
or do you understand
the words that are coming out of my mouth?"

You **** your head to the side,
just the way i hate. open your mouth,
all filled with negate.
"Dont do this or that."
you do it anyway.

"shut your mouth for two seconds,
listen to what i say.
I tell you that i love you,
and i do really like your poems.
Your so full of hate and
you despise the things you say.
desperate and alone, your meanness
drives everyone away.
So alone we will be, forever
trapped in our own minds.
Disgusted and hated,
Two of a kind.

(c) Isaac Thornhill

May 2010 · 783

Nature and the Skye

Isaac C. Thornhill May 2010

Nature and the Skye

In her skin are pools of gold
to touch them, to take them
to make them his own
Her flower unbroken,
like the morning dew
wet from a rainy day

His eyes are like cameras
they watch her every move
Her hands move over
His tough exterior shell
He wont let you in
Each layer must be passed away

Her skin met his hands
his telescopic eyes
moved over her golden mountains
like clouds over the sky
The two have never met
not in a thousand years
Such a tragedy of time
when we don't know the others
love exists

(c) Isaac Thornhill

May 2010 · 574

Life Producer

Isaac C. Thornhill May 2010

Life Producer

In the dark
She calls to me
A loud whisper
A silent scream
In the distance
The lights grow dim
On borrowed time
I guess it is
Leave it to me
To get stuck here
This place of shame
Of tortured lust

My eyes flicker
My hearts jumps
My breaths are deep

Within my chest
So i sit and listen
Patiently wait
For the day to come
For my chance at fate
My faith at hands
To reveal my future

(c) Isaac Thornhill

Mar 2010 · 733

The Earth 5.98 × 10 (24) kg

Isaac C. Thornhill Mar 2010

The Earth 5.98 × 10 (24) kg

There's a place
deep within my soul
i fear its forgotten
become very cold
it's where doubt lives
and breaths are structured

mechanized devices
half created
maladjusted
to reap the rewards
of this great despot
the truth must be bold
the suns heat adjusted

don't live in the heart
and let the brain become
congested
open your lungs
deep breaths make you disgusted

the world as we know it
has become something else
were very far behind
from when we were tested
we humans were put here
to protect this delicate planet
to live our lives
not create such havoc

"its our nature to destroy."
says the man to the boy
its each generation that learns from the last
i fear they have forgotten how to look in the past

(c) Isaac C Thornhill

Mar 2010 · 726

Path of the Gods

Isaac C. Thornhill Mar 2010

Path of the Gods

wheres the fire
whats your hurry
do not be afraid

burn the priest
forgive the temple
its all been said before

in his eyes
you shall be free
the lies he told
us to believe

with false hope
and a bitter tongue
his vengeance
he did release

and over night
the first born died
the way
he said they would

now you think
him cruel
or evil even
warn them he tried to do

their cruelty
knew no bounds
their flesh was rotten
had to be punished

thats what gods
are supposed to do

(c) Isaac C. Thornhill

Mar 2010 · 605

BRING BACK THE WALL!

Isaac C. Thornhill Mar 2010

BRING BACK THE WALL!

What have we done
Where has it gone
The wall is missing
Get the riot gear and shotguns

We must be given
The chance to be together
Why close us off
In neat little packages

Why not let the community decide
We are the ones who contribute
We want to support
our brothers and sisters

So if there is to be no wall
Then give us something similar
We obviously like your website
Or no one would come

copyright (BRING BACK THE WALL)

Mar 2010 · 513

Faultless

Isaac C. Thornhill Mar 2010

Faultless

On the floor
a stain
a mark
thats always been there
i wash
try to scrub away
its like a memory
the stain is gone
but the memory remains

(c) Isaac Thornhill

Feb 2010 · 918

Angel or Demon

Isaac C. Thornhill Feb 2010

Angel or Demon

They came in the dark
the shadows of the walls
biting and moaning
searching for more
so true was their lust
for torture and pain
it didn't matter the victim
innocent nor vain
to open their world
was to invite them in
they will not stop
once they are summoned
to capture your soul
is all they are wanting
to show you the paradise
of pleasure and pain
the rites of passage
begin again
now i will leave you this curious thought
are you an angel or a demon?

(c) Isaac C. Thornhill

Feb 2010 · 539

It started with a Spark

Isaac C. Thornhill Feb 2010

It started with a Spark

I write with a fervor
a lust for the written page
my love burns
like an open flame
so true the desires
that come from my heart
a spark of imagination
that leads me along
to a great story or
just a short poem

(c) Isaac C. Thornhill

Feb 2010 · 590

Boy with a coin

Isaac C. Thornhill Feb 2010

Boy with a coin

A boy with a coin he found in the weeds With bullets and pages of trade magazines Close to a car that flipped on the turn When God left the ground to circle the world A girl with a bird she found in the snow Then flew up her gown and that’s how she knows That God made her eyes for crying at birth Then left the ground to circle the Earth A boy with a coin he crammed in his jeans Then making a wish he tossed in the sea Walked to a town that all of us burn When God left the ground to circle the world

(c) Iron and Wine

Feb 2010 · 871

Freedom isn't free!

Isaac C. Thornhill Feb 2010

Freedom isn't free!

Light a fire under your assmove boy, moveno time to catch your breaththe fires closing fastthe tree line approachingthe horizon line2 more hoursto the drop zonefreedom at lastto burnthe place downtorch all the animalsVengeance at lastThe small village scaredthey run for their livesno chance at survivalthe ****** blastskin blisters and peels awayscorched bodies fallthe smiles of the killersslowly fade awaynot a guerrilla outpost they thought it should bethe bodies writhingthe faces of the burningwill never leave their memories

(c) Isaac Thornhill
To all those wrongfully killed in war.

Feb 2010 · 777

Imagination of me

Isaac C. Thornhill Feb 2010

Imagination of me

an evil twin
born of magic
made of flesh
to cause great havoc
an evil eye
that once sees all
flourishes under the great fall
now made of flesh
to grasp her sister
to switch souls
to make sister a listener
the sister fights back
does not claim the evil twin
the evil twin has no power
once again
the flesh torn from her body
her soul is dragged back
to the black abyss hollow
now the sister is scarred
and can never be free
so the evil twin
will have her chance
once again

(c) Isaac C. Thornhill

Feb 2010 · 765

Starve

Isaac C. Thornhill Feb 2010

Starve

deep in my body a rumble beganstarted out low and rumbled againhow do i fightwhat i can not seehow do i deal with the hunger i wonder how that burger will tastethat steak or that piefresh from the bakeryOh apple pieI would slaughter that cowfor a shank of his ribsor drive that bullet for a few slices of bacondoes this make me evilor bad or meanit just makes me humanno matter how obsceneif only my hunger from my brain could be trickedto believe i was fulloh what a trickso i will go on starvingto make my self thinwhat will i do if i die in the end

(c) Isaac Thornhill

Feb 2010 · 523

A Memory

Isaac C. Thornhill Feb 2010

A Memory

Today,
such a simple thing
Breathing,
like rain on the road
Fire,
frees the soul
Pain,
brings it all back again

(c) Isaac C. Thornhill

Feb 2010 · 750

Oh! Sister!

Isaac C. Thornhill Feb 2010

Oh! Sister!

Broken
Bleeding
on the floor
say no more!
say no more!
my heart fluttered for you
you snatched it up
like a hawk on the prowl
Broken
Bleeding
on the floor
say it once more
lie to me
if you must
lie to your self
if makes it all
Better
tell them all
how you feel
you wont
you cant
Broken
Bleeding
at the door
Knock no more!
Knock no more!

(c) Isaac Thornhill

Feb 2010 · 840

Amor fati

Isaac C. Thornhill Feb 2010

Amor fati

frightful
nightfall
fearful
fight
a lost cause
losing his sight
denied
he tried
to call his friends
on that fateful night
"to fear" they said
"was to accept your fate"
denied he tried
to lose his face
"thats a load of tripe" i said
to their reply,
"you can laugh all you want,
but they will get you in the end."
they smiled as if i was in defeat
" you do not understand,
your already in hell with me."

(c) Isaac Thornhill

Feb 2010 · 705

Fear of Life

Isaac C. Thornhill Feb 2010

Fear of Life

the light switch goes off at my time of bed
the cover pulled tightly over my head
the darkness slowly
fills my room
i hear heaving breathing
heavy hoofs fill my ears
its to late now
no turning back
i cant move from my bed
or they might attack
rip me from limb to limb
pull my organs out and feast upon them
but wait I'm being silly
theres nothing to fear
i have my trusty flashlight
right here on my bed
i flip it on
pan around the room
theres no one around
but i know better
I flick the flashlight off
and return to my cover
the monsters have missed me
one more night.

(c) Isaac Thornhill 2007

Feb 2010 · 571

Meaning of life

Isaac C. Thornhill Feb 2010

Meaning of life

all the **** I've been through

pain,suffering,loss

these words cannot describe what i feel

anger, stupidity, blame

all these things I've turned to

fear, death, peace

a loss of ones self is the road to peace, when we have lost everything, only then can we begin to accept that which we can not control. open your eyes. close your mouth, listen. the old are the wise and the youthful age dies young. forget what you think you know, we don't know what we really want in this life. there is no deeper meaning. were here to pro-create and die. there is a another side to the coin, however most people dont take the time to find it.

have deep meaningful relationships with everyone you call your friend and a few that you don't call your friends. don't make enemies, keep your nose clean and it will all work out in the end. thats *******! we die unhappy full of apathy. no one tries to better there selves, we think by buying a bunch of crap we don't need defines who we are. what we do in this life, the relationships we create with other souls, with other humans. thats how we should be remembered. "he was always nice." "he went out of his way to help others." "he was a good man/woman."

life is about moments shared with another person. be social. find your true self. become one with your soul. I've felt disconnected from my soul for so long, my dreams are filled with out of body experiences, where I'm watching myself do something instead of participating. we've all lost contact with ourselves. its never too late, late is such a profound word isn't it. finalizing everything. even this rant.

(c) something i wrote about a year ago.

Feb 2010 · 995

Lust

Isaac C. Thornhill Feb 2010

Lust

As i climbed the shadowless mountain
her voice still ringing in my ears,
that laugh, a child's laugh, with eyes of a demon
with claws that rip and tear
the mountain was tall
its rock face steep
i slipped many times
my hands cracked and bleeding
i forced myself further up
on wards toward the sky
what is this great mountain that i climb?
i ask myself, why lust?
why do i torture myself, with her memory.
Her haunting demands,
her unquenchable taste for desire
its a fools journey
love(lust) never lasts
love (lust) will leave you broken
yet we return to love(lust)
like an old faithful dog
until i reach the top of the great mountain of love(lust)
ill keep searching
bandaging my wounds
along my path of life

Feb 2010 · 1.0k

Erinyes

Isaac C. Thornhill Feb 2010

Erinyes

night escapes the morning
moon leaves the stars behind
my thoughts pass through,
the window of time
like shadows that move
with no human counterparts
i am a memory
lost within a spy
to those who killed
without question
or spoke of me in lies
so i break their backs
across open seas
I split their souls
from their bodies
and
devour them piece
by piece

(c) Isaac Thornhill

Feb 2010 · 546

I hate kids!

Isaac C. Thornhill Feb 2010

I hate kids!

I hate kids!
my girlfriend said to me
I love my children very much she says!
i just hate the things they say
they do not listen
allie is 2 and lilly is 3
they dont know what they do
they just do it
they make messes
and make their mother curse
I hate kids! she tells me
I love my children very much she says!
this is the way she copes
the way we all cope
because we all used to be 2 or 3
making messes
im 32 and i still make messes
my messes are easier to clean up
i love as well as i can
children love without regard
we could learn a lot from kids 2 or 3

Feb 2010 · 635

Albedo: Part I

Isaac C. Thornhill Feb 2010

Albedo: Part I

Part I

All at once the light was blinding,
and he said, "Come forth and be saved"
"What is this place?" the man asked.
"You are to be judged for your sins."
"who shall judge me?" the man asked. "who here in this place of light?"
"The Almighty one, your god."
"I have no god, priest." the man spoke, "is it to be hell then?"
"god does not **** anyone, he forgives all."
"what is your purpose?" angrily the man asked. " the breeze through the trees has purpose, the oceans have drive."
the man paused letting the priest reflect on his comments.
"what is your purpose?" the man asked the priest.
"I welcome all new souls to this place, here they await passage through these gates."
"So i died then, dead, how did it happen?"
"your heart stopped beating while you were eating your breakfast.
you were dead before you finished your toast." The priest spoke with a sly smile.
" I have no memory of such a thing, a trick, a joke.
this place is a fabrication in a dream, any moment i will awake in my room or a slumber in my chair or bed"
Moments passed and the priest said nothing, he just stood and watched the man, studied him.
"time is infinite here, you ask all the questions you have. thats why i am here. to help you understand." the priest spoke.
" memories, i have no memories, why can i not remember anything from my life?"
"once you pass through these gates, you will attain all your memories."
"then what difference does all this make, if i will be admitted into this heaven, all my questions are in vein."
The priest confused, spoke, "all your questions are to help you understand, where you are and what has happened to you."
the priest walked back and forth studying his hands with a sly smile.
" why do you smile, priest?" angry once again the man spoke.
"I smile because i know of gods love."
"if your god is so divine, why the slaughter, why the pain, the killing, all in his name. are we puppets, with no real control of our lives.
will we come to this heaven regardless of how we live our lives.
I'm not a man of faith, faith is for those who fear god, not welcome him."
"all he ask's is that you believe in him, thats it, nothing more." the priest opened his arms as if to offer love.
"I do not want his love, I do not want anything. I led a good life on earth, if my time was up, then so be it.
I did not want to move on to this place. I wanted my soul to join the thousands of others, oblivious to its plight."
Angrily the man pointed a finger at the priest, "not everyone wants to go to heaven!"

Feb 2010 · 674

Aion

Isaac C. Thornhill Feb 2010

Aion

In the mist of the morning
I lose my way
Through the haze and the fog
I must find a way
Dutiful and progress are my lock and key
The day wears on
My soul wears thin
My shadow I cast is long and proud
Am i the only one
Who is happy to be alive
I'm driven by no purpose
No sense of self release
My language i speak
Is that of the murdered
the meager and the weak
The universe in infinite
our lives are so very short
to live a full life
on this plane we call earth

Feb 2010 · 583

Pelko, Pimeässä (Fear, Dark)

Isaac C. Thornhill Feb 2010

Pelko, Pimeässä (Fear, Dark)

I have fears yes i do
but there mostly silly
like me and you
a fear of a spider
fear of the dark
such a silly thought
theres nothing in the shadows
so what do we fear
our own selves
perhaps its simpler
who knows
i have fears yes i do
we wont tell you
you have no clue
your to afraid to ask
to get to close
we wont hurt you
i have fears yes i do

Feb 2010 · 590

Se on hänen (It's her)

Isaac C. Thornhill Feb 2010

Se on hänen (It's her)

the way your hair falls
It's her
the touch of light in the morning on your face
It's her
your smile,
your grace
It's her
its always been , never was anyone else
never a thought longer than a second
It's her

Jan 2010 · 733

I doubt it

Isaac C. Thornhill Jan 2010

I doubt it

Along the path of life
we love
i doubt it
If there ever was a lie
i told it
i doubt it
So why the pain?
you lived it
i doubt it
Until the end
you chose to ignore it
you doubted it

(c) Isaac Thornhill

— The End —