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lott off talks just mi-alone
and this i remmember
"she" is the sheep she said
, drifting /at angles/only lonely
all the bigg/pretty pearls
forr manny many more pages to come
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that it delves deep some place ,here
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 11:04 AM UTC
On a hilltop underneath stars I am;
A thought that keps us all restless I have.
This little thing may I tell?
I scrached my knees, on them I fell…
Down I just sat,
trying to figure all passed, present and yet to be bred.
Everytime I blink my eyes,
the century just passes by.
Voiceless in my throat I feel a shout,
time just gets dried out.
Here in my time and place,
I’m now, only now with this face.
Can we really grasp that?
They all say, seize that moment,
do it when you can,
so you don’t feel like you fell.
But chasing it, I think it’s a pointless thing;
You are not with your current face
if you are moving in a non-existing pace.
Wear it once, just let it be,
wear the rhythm and you’ll see.
There is only right now.
Now is a needle, your hands that hold.
What was and is to come is just the wool;
It will be gone one day, it will fade,
but atleast you will be glad of what you made.
One day your skin gets thick;
And the other, flesheaters are dining on your hip.
On the moment you hold,
you will never get bored and old.
Embrace it, let it flow in,
in, up until your chin.
Get your head up for a while;
In the night there is really something wild.
Dream along a falling star;
Live that dream with every pump of your heart.
You can not seize the moment.
The moment seizes you.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 8:15 PM UTC
That sudden momet
When you find the key
To your writers block
And poem after poem
Floods in like a wave
To your mind
Begging you to write
To share every
Thought with the
Strangers of the Internet
As your fingers itch
Trying to write
Faster and faster
No matter how tired
Or how late
You keps writing
Because you need
To get every idea
On that plain white page
Before the cursed writers block
Seeps back into your brain.
I'm having one of those
Moments now.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 1:41 AM UTC
How far is it?
There is dirt on my feet, black and sore
Spreading all over the pages of Lillith
This earth I am traveling from, in agony
I cannot undo myself
The heart keps beating me
There is a minute, a split second, a lifetime
How far is it?
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 5:28 AM UTC