a blaze of stars* decorate the bush sky's darkness a blaze of stars their lighting is like glitter bars twinkling in arraying brightness exhibiting beautifulness *a blaze of stars
Here again Summer's end The curses The violence The stress within Lunar tides Of restless souls Giving in to Their earthly roles
The subconscious Longs for stimulation Romance, adventure And loving relation Some crash and burn But have no concern They just need to lower Their expectations...
I'm confused so confused what's going on in my head? normal emotions just don't work I can't think... I'm floating, further away I drift roaming A ... I ... M ... L ... E ... S ... S what should I do to free myself ? ....breath in.... counting... 1.2.3... ....stay calm.... ... 3. 4.5... ....breath out.... ... 5.6.7... ....stay calm.... ...7.8.. I feel....7..8.. 9..10.....I feel N ... O ... T ... H ... I ... N ... G WoosOut !!!!!
Knew there was nothing Just wanted to believe Wanted to hang on It all felt so sweet I'm sick to my stomach Down on my knees I knew there was nothing I Just wanted to believe All the things you said So sweetly to me I held them to no value But still I see The truth in the end Is still what it seemed I knew there was nothing Just wanted to believe
I promise I’ll never forget the way we moved when we first danced you in warpaint me in white rags the sweat the beat the chemistry I swear I’ll never forget being set on fire
You've changed my life for the better, I hope someday I can do the same for you <3
it's not really something i think about anymore, she said.* i hate this tile floor - smokers downstairs hijacking my sleep with nicotine nightmares and a dry mouth awake tastes like ash - black - i nod - smile - as we pass each other in the halls begin to wonder, why life is dependent on their preferred method of death? it's fine - because at night i reciprocate as i read my poetry aloud
Where there is light there is shadow, caressing all those basking in sweet peace. Without it there would be no stories or need for champions or heroes. Like the gentle ebb of tides, a pushing back and forth again. There must be darkness to give purpose to the light. We have been fooled to think there can only be one.