just a visit lifts the limits for the color of blood to become a stranger now my hopes are all in danger do I avoid the future be a savior? do I souvenir the past a cinnamon flavor? people you knew not pictures the memory drew like the bone failed it pains to sustain then in blink to be fractured drained the mirror cries with me but in my head laughs and mocked screams now not my territory maybe a new ceremony me attending alone counting stars and skipping stones am I the weird one? the dresses on the opposite borders not fitting on that ferris wheel I stay sitting the skied view more interesting than the far party track staring at one piece when the museum is packed
She's posted a picture of her son, Sitting on a swing I assume is moving. I wonder how this Spring day moves him. The sun stretching From his head to his toes, As he arcs to and fro. I'll never know. It's a picture of her son. Does he read, write, paint, build? I'd like to see his photography. Perhaps a picture of his mother Sitting on a swing; But it's him, sitting there, still.
Ripples in the water Roses in the bush Rainbow views Raindrops and ***** Remedies for the soul Reminiscing, Relaxing times Reflecting, wishing **** Red dress Revitalised mind, richly defined Take me there...
Another one off the cuff, with some inspiration from irthlingborough lakes.
story, after story, after picture to craft a life you don't live to portray yourself as something you're not authenticity is of no concern to you and everyday you do more to confirm that to nothing do you stay true
Pictures Pictures of them haunt my mind They haunt my dreams Then, I wake And I’m back to the same void It’s weird how The closest people to your heart Can simply become A memory, nothing but a bittersweet look back All those times you spent together All the tears and laughs Embedded in your soul Tears, again, in your eyes The difference now is, They’re not the ones who wipe them No, God forbid they even know That you missed them You hold it so well Deep inside Until one day you break Out of nowhere, they just slide All these memories All these feelings They slide out of your eyes They creep out of your skin And you sit there Bewildered Aware at last Aware anew Bitter reality Sweet dreams Just a collection of happy and sad Pictures