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 Mar 2017 vivian cloudy
kian
roots
 Mar 2017 vivian cloudy
kian
a lost boy
a forest of white trees and black mist
roots of the same species

he is lost
in his own mind
and the sturdy company
had the same fate

there was no use in wandering
so he stood still
till his feet enchained
and his heart detained

like prophecy
the earth swallowed him back
his body was not his own property
and never will it be

it comes slow
like death
it takes you whole
until you can't see no more

a lost boy
who was black
from sin he eluded
asked if the world could take him back

so here he is
reincarnated
white and relaxed
with the same people who let go of their past

lost children and their lost hearts
that beats with reciprocation
in roots they come
in roots they rejoin
 Mar 2017 vivian cloudy
nivek
She spins her beautiful web
as natural to her as air
but beauty is not her game.
She will wait, centred
as patient as a full Moon.
And its the freedom of wings
brings the downfall of her meals.
I've lost far too much to care
From afar, you touch the tear
Feelings marred, I clutch your stare
I've lost far too much to bear

Cigarettes begin my day
Better yet, they singe me grey
I could bet on what you'd say
Please just make it go away

Can't you see that I'm in pain?
Don't you hear me call your name?
You've just got to stake your claim
On the boy that never came

When the sun returns, my dear
Don't question what I'm doing here
You knew that I would one day steer
My way back to your jagged spear

So on the day that neither know
Be sunny, grey or white with snow
I'll deal out the fatal blow
And on our separate paths we go
The little angel sits in silence
drops pebbles into the well.
Contemplating what state now
will befall both Heaven and Hell.

Little angel toes touch gently
water fresh and freezing
as a gentle southern breeze
brush her neck, kind and pleasing

The war is raging, she knows
a moment she knew would come.
She blesses in peace her sanctuary
where she can be alone.

Far away, the noise of battle
where fiends of carnage dwell.
Five jagged arrows she pulls from her body
then drops into the well.
Another fairy tale put into a poem. Wrote this with a future song in mind, but so far this is the only version.
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