It's like a roller coaster This thing called life It's raining outside from the dark yawning sky The yellow streetlamps are all that makes the drops visible So it looks like the lamps are raining Light
My heel bone can be felt through My skin People shudder at my face but Sadness isn't a sin It's more of a thought experiment A chance to learn
When everything is hinged and Yellow - Black tinged You realize you have changed so And what you thought you would never be You have suddenly become Too many cliched words rhyme with 'see'
Like be Me Key Tree Journey Free
No white Is as white As a memory of whiteness And so the search for The deep darkness of a dream Is a fool's chore I think someone once said Every choice is an open door
What? Where did this come from? I just found this in my email archive.
no ripple on glistening pond bucolic greenery greeted sweet mornings like apple muffins dusted with spice
pathways through rainforest's half-light hushed cathedral birdsong rang true retrieved to senses a lilting lullaby's melodic notes
then machinery of life's happenchance seared through undergrowth chainsaw's presence halted paradise lacerations on earth's lungs
reverberations hit tremors appear reach beyond borders coddled close as things find a new place to roost and grow
sometimes things change perhaps somewhat unexpectedly - a relationship experiences a different phase, needs are not being met the way they once were, someone close to us moves far away, a sweet friendship can suffer an unanticipated wound - whatever the loss, there can be regret and it can feel like much of value has been lost, yet at times it can lead to certain insights and more...
I used to think with the snap of my fingers I changed the universe in that moment. Now the years have passed and it feels as though it was all in the span of the snap of my fingers. Was it I that changed the universe, or the universe that changed me in the end?
I miss the you I used to know The you I fell in love with The you who made me laugh The you who teased me just to see my smile The you who cared about me The you who couldn’t go more than a week without speaking to me The you who always told me what was wrong The you who said I’d never lose you The you who let me into your space I hate that version of you Because you made me fall in love with you You broke my heart and It’s been months And I haven’t been myself since The pieces are too small to glue back together
To side two every street but always thought In my life the wrong side of the street Is to where always I walked Till the day I met my wife to be, that day I must have crossed, not being aware to the other side of the street the day my luck turned around But since Helen has passed away seems as If I've returned back to the wrong side of the street so many mistakes made since she's been gone, got to find my way back to right side of the street In order to survive
Always thought In life I'd walked the wrong side of the street till the day my luck changed
Does my age affect how people think of what I do? Do my looks alter what people think of my personality? If I tell them my beliefs, would they hate me? Can simply my gender change what something could have been? Does my outward distract from my soul?