Solitude, serenity, soliloquy, silence. Soulmates of the sojourner shaped in shattered shadows shown in shimmering shame. Solititude, serenity, soliloquy, silence. Strength in savage sadness Soaked in sour stupor Stupidity in senile sense Sadness savoured in stain. Solitude, Serenity, Soliloquy, Silence. Sounds of sympathy so surreal ...
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You walked this earth with soles of purpose a heart full of hope and dreams of flowering forever your eyes held the pictures like waterfalls like rainbows colours of charismatic credence a beauty smeared with the cold touch of death You closed your eyes sunk in blackness leaving behind trails of broken hearts and drops of scarlet mem...
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My blood is scarlet purple pain, red regret flowing in distress and despair through stringy fibres of my being a million memories buried within its bleeding depths seeking for escape through these creases and cuts i am a soulless shadow silhouetted with sin salvaging, slithering silently slipping through these mazes of seemingly end...
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SHE LEFT ME... Her eyes like whirling pools of emotions she sat across me staring heartbeats like faded steps down the distance pounding, pulsating, pushing painfully my feelings laid bare with strings of regret trailing the tempest I am numb I can't speak and she stares eyes dark she knew if she walked away my world would drift wit...
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It is like a wasteland of thoughts Spread across my consciousness. Like a silver river with echoes of nothingness And chasing shards of droughts. I bathe in it. Like a fearless warrior against an avalanche of blood thirsty fawns It drowns me, oh yes it does But the black oasis is like a hug to my drenched soul. A weakness I have come to ...
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If your heart was a brick wall with a wooden door. I would still knock. I wouldn't jump over or push through. I would still knock. If It had a way around it Or a way under it. I would still knock. I wouldn't walk across or try to bend over. I would still knock. If you called from inside Or it opened on its own I would still knoc...
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It's raining again. The atmosphere is grey and dreary and the roads are whitewashed in crystalline patches of wetness. I can see the rainclouds on my window and their trickles down in sinewy motions like streaks of colourless anguish. The petrichor is tainted with dissatisfaction and a burning urge to disappear. Maybe this is why rain is associ...
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YOU WILL... You will dream but do not let it consume. you dreams of darkness draped down your destiny Threatening..tainting..torturing. . you will see but do not be blinded by the sight of fire piercing through, like arrows of the sun obscuring your vision of redemption. You will walk but do not stumble at these paths, choked with r...
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Sit by that sacred stone That overlooks the waters of liquid gold and your soul is a fire That burns at the touch of freezing cold. You still walk that sacred path That leads to fantasies of forever and your dreams are pale burning flame Cocooned in caskets of smouldering shame. You still fly on those sacred wings That gives you th...
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Let your passion be like the lion strong, naked, roaring, confident a predator of preconceived presumptions let your hope be like the dove soaring, flying high on feathery wings kissing the very face of God death to deary deceptions let your love be like the seas deep, powerful, forceful, yet magnificient An ode to opulence let your...
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