While Alone A magnificent disarray of what we thought to be child's hands child's handsWhile Alone
Odd sinews blocking scenes of long lost searchings
Collecting collections as one gate closes Incessant dial-tones
Deny thy sleep as a call keeps calling &nbs
W When the first sigh was heard, emotions were exhausted. The flurry of odd feeling invade bodies, murmuring secrets hearts do not tell.W
What was it our eyes betray? What do our souls beseech? Upon hours of loneliness, the tapping of a foot becomes an audible sign.
Weary moments swing colours upon the plane of sight. Eagerness replaced by adaptation and then ending with precious moments becoming everyday humdrums.
Her Material ThingsShe needs wants to replace inner yearningsHer Material Things
Buy buy buy what was it that we avert our eyes from?
What are we trying to suppress?
We buy things we do not want because we thought we did
And all that piles up hiding something
The Bird With No Sense Of TimeYour cries denote the morning with the sunlight seeping into my room Stirring me from late but early dreams.The Bird With No Sense Of Time
Winged one, have thee no sense of time? To some, the birdsong is timeless Yet sometimes you sing too early
Your speech awakens me Moving me, Telling me not to sleep. Yet some days or nights as I sink into the covers Descending into Slumber You call Leaving me alone, Confused, &nbs
1000 W0RDS
RemainsIn my perfect, flawless, selfish world, Your eyes would fade to grey. Your skin would luster slate by night And bitumen by day.Remains
In my perfect, flawless, selfish world, You'd cease to smile or speak; Your mouth would neither conjure words Nor stretch from cheek to cheek.
In my perfect, flawless, selfish world, Your limbs would freeze in place; You'd stiffen straight, forget your feet, Lie still in my embrace.
In my perfect, flawless, selfish world, Your body would lie flat, A cutout of your former self And monochrome, at that. &
Weaving words together once again
Longing
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Never underestimate yourself.
It's not the skill that counts, but one's patience.
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Humans condemn differences because one often thinks that normality is based on oneself. Come off it, you're not THAT great.
My favourite flavour is lollipop.
-Kage Hikaru
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well this is fun....
*says whilst hurtling through the air from a sky jump*
ADRENALINE RUSH!!!!
PERMENATELY HYPER!!!! well at home anyway...
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