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F Elliott Jun 2023

To whom (you)  it may (does) concern:


There is nothing Unfaithful  whatsoever
about saving your own life.





--it is me who is immersed in unfaithfulness.


You in the dark, you in the pain
You on the run--
Living a hell.. living your ghost
Living your end

..Never seem to get in the place that I belong
Don't wanna lose the time,
lose the time to come

Whatever you say, it's alright
Whatever you do, it's all good..
Whatever you say, it's alright.

Silence is not the way
We need to talk about it..
If heaven is on the way
If heaven is on the way

You in the sea
on a decline
Breaking the waves
Watching the lights go down
Letting the cables sleep

Whatever you say, it's alright
Whatever you do, it's all good
Whatever you say, it's alright..

Silence is not the way
We need to talk about it
If heaven is on the way
We'll wrap the world around it


..I'm a stranger in this town
  I'm a stranger in this town
https://youtu.be/d8TrkCObypE


The journey towards  Perfection
   is far from perfect

       ❤
Kris Fireheart Apr 2023
Guaranteed to no one,

Tomorrow is just

Another day...



Sadness, joy,

Or no fun,

Tomorrow's

A day away...



Guaranteed to

No one,

Tomorrow is

just a date,



Fate cares for nothing,

Unless you find something,

Tomorrow is only

A day...



Need money to borrow?

Just ask for it tomorrow.

Need something

For your sorrow?



Just call me up tomorrow...



Tomorrow ain't nothing,

You could make it something,

But still you're left wanting,



For tomorrow again...
Tomorrow isn't guaranteed to anyone. From an overdose when your eyes close, a sudden heart attack; a crash on the highway, all we do is sleep soundly, and hope it goes "my way." Yeah; that's our Tomorrow, either Joy or for sorrow. We close our eyes and lay to sleep, and hope they'll open tomorrow...
nd Apr 2023
Water flows through the rivers, so does our feelings.
We let the wind bring us through the sky, to make us realize that what we feel is real.
-not only a glimpse of uncertainty

Gaudy, it says.
Morph
Morph into anything
Into a nightmare
Into a pleasant dream
A morning bird
Or a moonlit bedroom
Fear of handcuffs
Or whisper's trust
Into an old man
Or newborn flower
Stain of coffee
Or withering grass

Whatever
You'll morph into
In my dream

I'll still love you
Meandering Words Mar 2023
rather than check
the forecast
for some reason
i think it enough
to merely
look to the sky
for a cursory
ten or so seconds
to observe the drifting
of weighty clouds
the overwhelming of
any strokes of blue
that might remain
being diminished
by the shifting greys
of approaching rain
before surmising
whether or not
a coat or umbrella
might be needed
at some point
in the coming hours
Bella Isaacs Feb 2023
I was never good at avoiding pain
It is what comes from placing faith
And why I do something so vain
When I can't know that there is ground beneath
I can't tell you, but I can recount
How my days are nothing until
I hear from you, and then I count
Another age until you will
Show me something I think is love.
I don't know what makes me depend
On knowing this; perhaps I could dream of
Stopping and do it, too, but rend
My heart in three rather than that I
Should let your claim upon me die.
M Dec 2022
i hate being uncertain about certain things
especially so when it's 'em hurtin things
but as a writing frenchman once penned

"Of course I'll hurt you
Of course you'll hurt me
Of course we will hurt each other
But this is the very condition of existence
To become spring means accepting the risk of winter..."

and with all winters
warm rosy summers lie ahead.
not that im uncertain about our love
i just don't know where this will go
Carlo C Gomez Oct 2022
A daily disturbance
In the cloud cover
Outside bespoken walls
It comes with knives
Walks with noise
To claim its hostage

Listen...
The snow is falling
One syllable at a time
Upon fields of defenseless flowers
The day after it started
No one waved goodbye

The caroling of bells
Is a music we fear
Standing paralyzed
We wait for a sign
In a time of risk

Because soon is slipping away
Meandering Words Sep 2022
a dusky walk
through the middle
of the park
clear of
the shadows
of branch
and leaf
at its edges
the only light
stretched out
but struggling
from distant
lamp posts
or the
yet more distant
halo of moon
breaching cloud
it is enough
to plot
a route by
but not
with confidence

a leather flapping
overhead
tells tale
of bats
in their erratic
yet assured flight
abhorred
by many
perhaps for
that very reason;
unpredictable
unflinching
not flying
the expected path
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