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- Across the vast expanse Heat patterns rise from flat rock Simmering sensations to fool the mind Blurring even the recognizable Into a mirage of nothingness “Dust coated winds that do not exist” Blinding hypnotic colors play Weaving patterns of self doubt Alone in a misconception of belief Solitude of unwanted fear Emptiness worn on a sleeve “Kaleidoscopic nightmares so very pretty” Let down, shoved aside, forgotten Discarded emotions piled in a heap Broken sidewalks of those I thought I knew French braided friends…or so I believed Abandoned on my own crumbling foundation “Why did I ever believe?” I see a tiny speck…perhaps something in my eye Canceling the horizon’s verticality Moving beyond invisible footprints Solidifying a view…a smile…waving As if a drunken crow has tipped over “Thoughts turn to memories of words once spoken” Reoccurring images race forward Sentences of comfort find their way Down the path to my heart Realizing I now understand What she meant…that day…this day “I run to meet her halfway…her arms are open”
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May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 5:53 PM UTC
Her arms are open
- Across the vast expanse Heat patterns rise from flat rock Simmering sensations to fool the mind Blurring even the recognizable Into a mirage of nothingness “Dust coated winds that do not exist” Blinding hypnotic colors play Weaving patterns of self doubt Alone in a misconception of belief Solitude of unwanted fear Emptiness worn on a sleeve “Kaleidoscopic nightmares so very pretty” Let down, shoved aside, forgotten Discarded emotions piled in a heap Broken sidewalks of those I thought I knew French braided friends…or so I believed Abandoned on my own crumbling foundation “Why did I ever believe?” I see a tiny speck…perhaps something in my eye Canceling the horizon’s verticality Moving beyond invisible footprints Solidifying a view…a smile…waving As if a drunken crow has tipped over “Thoughts turn to memories of words once spoken” Reoccurring images race forward Sentences of comfort find their way Down the path to my heart Realizing I now understand What she meant…that day…this day “I run to meet her halfway…her arms are open”
Stephank
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Stephank
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 5:53 PM UTC
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