Point a small gun in the air ( Read more... )

Fly away,

Silently singing

Freedom searching

Take flight on wings

Made of stardust and cloud

Escape the dirty, taunting man

Let your aspirations be your guide into the unknown

Let your sorrow keep you adrift

Oh, sweet sparrow, whose voice haunts my soul

Why do you touch the ground

When you could live amongst clouds instead?

Are humans more fun to watch

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in the middle somewhere in time didn't want to know too clear rather be here this way stillness illusion quietude though not real scene to be true could feel it as if it were next to nothing that could break through

Live in here
Hear, take me up to my brain
Leave the trees, left to borrow
Leaves for branches
Gift of reason,
Fault of chances.
Live in the possibilities
From then up here
Destroy any grants of
Oxygen purposely
Give them all their land
And,
Mystery.
Body like a soul like a soul
Caught untrustworthy
Live in here.
Hear? Live in here
Who are you?
Brought in me?
My dead ( Read more... )

Entered and Filled,
perpetuating life and joy.
Superficially useful - nearly invisible.
Fragile;
replaceable and irreparable.

Changes of time,
difference in season.
Vibrant spring,
burning summer,
shifting fall,
cool winter,
all tied together.
Things may change,
but just that moment,
that moment of life,
is truly eternal.

The Stone

My life is set in stone.
Will it ever change?
What have I missed?
What could have been?
All the paths not taken,
All the roads not travelled.
What waited for me,
Had I chosen them instead?
Am I happy as I am?
Like stagnant water,
Never moving.
Always the same.
Or am I just wishing?
Wishing for things that will never be?
Can I change the stone now?
Dare ( Read more... )

cigarette lighter waving ( Read more... )

Each second lives on in hell ( Read more... )

My body's an empty house, the staircase of my spine is splintered
watch your step
the floorboards are rotten and water logged with words of disease.
Forgotten.
Creaky house, facing the cliffs, the drop off is far,
instead of pushing...
Could you lend me a hand, a kind face turned cruel. Weather erodes tree trunks into old souls.
Broken eyes,
you see ( Read more... )