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Oct 2014 · 831
The beauty that used to be.
punch-drunk Oct 2014
Halfway up the glass does the water reach not so low,
but protruding from the vase of life, flowers do not grow.
Withered petals and sagging stems replace the living air,
colours fade, death must obey, not alive to even care.
But if i drop into the vase a magic thought from me,
I can dream and think and see, the beauty that used to be.
I wrote this one whilst admiring a dead flower in a vase.
Oct 2014 · 834
Cycle of life
punch-drunk Oct 2014
I got caught in the stream.
The river that wont run dry.
From sunlight to moonbeam,
a constant cycle until we die.

No dodging,  no evasion, no escape.
The river will run with me.
From the source seed to deaths mouth,
it carries life into the dead sea.

But the sea never fills.
Some souls fly to heaven whilst the rest drown.
And as the souls congregate at the gates,
they'll step through to fall back down,
and do it all over again.
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Oct 2014 · 1.3k
Discovery
punch-drunk Oct 2014
I'll sink to the bottom of the ocean,
to the dust and sands that litter its depths.
And i'll sink my fingers deep into your innocence,
and fall ever so delicately through to you...
Oct 2014 · 680
Learn to love
punch-drunk Oct 2014
Ask each and every man, and many will say,
they've seen the light of gods to whom they pray,
But are the gods a projection of fears?
Or is my vision blurred by my own tears?
Minds will clash as our ideas collide,
But only in death does the truth reside,
I'll wait for the day when clouds clear from the sky above,
And men can swallow their pride and learn to love
Oct 2014 · 1.8k
Thoughts
punch-drunk Oct 2014
As i look up i wonder,
As i look down i ponder,
As i look backwards i'm learning,
As i look forwards i'm yearning.

— The End —