The reef dies like a sunny sailor. The moon rises like a sunny sailor. Golly gosh, endurance! Life is a lively captain.
This is the same harsh angle of the sun, this is the same so deadly humid heat I felt that week your ending had begun, reflecting from the glass along the street.
The dirty rusty wooden dresser drawer. A couple million people wearing drawers, Or looking through a lonely oven door, Flowers covered under marble floors.
A green nub pushes up from moist, dark soil. Three weeks without stirring, now without strife From the unknown depths of a thumbpot life.
In all chaotic beauty lies a wounded work of art. Beautiful but torn, wreaking havoc on my heart.
And what if from distress comes something fine, And following this dress-rehearsal pain Gives way to Joy, mistress of ardor, art, And love, who sure this mess would s
Quake with true fear of just reproach my shame while her eyes came to me we sweetly sing hand clasped in her breast her withered hands fling
Living by trust, the gardener plants the seed, puts it away beyond her power of sight. She trusts the universe to share her need to rise through quiet darkness to the light,
Tin-can man. Input, circuit, and overdrive. Shadow of the future and the past.
In a perfect world, I think we would get to be the age we looked and felt our best. I’d be in my 40’s, and I would have stopped aging.
I will not be ruled by my emotions, Thus I shan’t love, I can’t hate, I won’t live, I shall obliterate.
My best friend has left to go to prison for five years. Not a day that goes by that I don't think about her and as every day that passes I miss her more and more.
Memories in my life fade away As I replace them with others. They are forgotten and stored away. Although the memories are pushed to the side.
To those whom I've fought with and to those I don't know your name We fought by one another. You did not die in vain.
In all chaotic beauty lies a wounded work of art. Beautiful but torn, wreaking havoc on my heart. Camouflaged by insecurities, blinded by it all.
Little baby Oh so small One day you will be big and tall I watch you while you laugh and play My love for you grows everyday ...
Don't judge a book by its cover, love is better than hate.
Robot-like, I move through life, I feel no pain, endure no strife. Each day's the same, each smile is fake, broken, I no longer break.
Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you-- Then, it will be true.
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