I

i am what i am,
to i wish i wasn't
but glad i am

I cast my eyes
upon the sky
each day it seems
a new artist died
purganan in purgatore
every hue and every horn
in and out of heavens door

GENIUS

I was told, you're particularly attracted
to

original
thangs and a typical personality.
#c9_fm

Multiple months now, two to three hours.
Wake up, pat the pillow
Comb the sheets, be mellow.
Trazadone, from which I draw powers
To rest in dreamy fantasy.
Quite fitting, back to a girl I once fancied.
Eager to be present, in dream, 100 percent content.
No focus of the world, ease in a peaceful place,
As we yearned to be face-to-face…then blink
****** my eyes that open a wink.
Take me back, let it recur
To blissful memories with her.
Ode to joy, feelings to encase.
For memories will soon efface.
No remorse nor push away these means
But sum it as an Exquisite Dream

How the greenery was brighter then, rose colored glasses. The sorrow kept within me dragging down like weeping willows. The bees hum slowly moving, time didnt matter then, the hourglass sandless. Birds flying cross the sky like airplanes swiftly, to be a wandering soul but flightless is like clipping the wings off a blue Jay. Soft clouds only seen if you look up, but looking up makes for wandering eyes. Everything was good then it seemed, I look up. I look.
©nora_m