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Dana Skorvankova Jun 2016
In that particular moment
I wished for nothing but
To abandon my existence as a human
And become one with the tones
Of the Lord's strings
Indeed.

We'll never be good enough for
Some of the people
Anyway

Is it worth?
All in all is all we are.
Dana Skorvankova Jun 2016
The shape itself
Captures this
poem well

Love is
Down
Below
The place
we all
once
fell
*
Dana Skorvankova Jun 2016
Gently, so gently, as she breathes
And oh, what a vacuum she leaves
Dana Skorvankova Jun 2016
So take a look inside
For there I left my smile
A note I had to write
That I've found my velvet mine
And I'm gonna sit here till I die
That my eyes are tryin' a-hide
Yet inside my ever-shifting cry
And I guess it's just tonight
And I'm gonna sit here till I die

Take one last look
Strengthen your word
For every mood
The soil's being ripped out off the root
And I'm gonna stand here for good
Blurring the truth underfoot
And the voice is soft and mute
Echoes in the misunderstood
*And I'm gonna stand here for good
Dana Skorvankova Jun 2016
Last night
I saw a star fallin' down
But I ain't sure if I've seen it at all

Last night
I was walking down beneath the trees
But I ain't sure if I was walking at all

Last night
I saw the reflection of my most secret dream
But I ain't too sure if it was my dream at all

Last night
I sat in the park, people passin' by
But I ain't sure if they were people at all.
Dana Skorvankova Jun 2016
..
He's never once looked in the mirror and yet he knew more about himself than any of you will ever learn about yourself. Because those times you were looking down in the mirror, he spent blindly sharing the harmony with his only soul.
*And yet words are not enough here anymore.
I saw him right when I opened my eyes. He was that kind of old *** who would ramble 'cross the world with no one by his side.
And if he found out there's another world out there to live in, he would quietly slip away and never once turn to look back. Not because he wouldn't care, but because he was just too curious about all the worlds and all the roads up there.
Dana Skorvankova Jun 2016
We lay there
I, the *******
Stranger towards immortality

Lying
In the confused depths
Of my fatal sensibility

One piece
Never understood
The other two
Crawl away for good

It all's been mentioned
Already in the written past
Of this world of mad kind

And we keep calling it
Different names,
Yet the same lines

Wasted words and
Buried sound

You saved me the day
You came around.
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