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What will become of the songbird's ballad that hastens the rising sun? What will become of the whispering wind that tells secrets to the trees? What will become of the moon's soft glow that carries aloft the fireflies?
What will become of you and I?
How are we to cope when nothing lasts forever, when nothing is what it seems and hopelessness and desire fall down upon our shoulders like yokes on an ox? How are we to remain whole when all around us fall to pieces and from their ashes arise terrible creatures of malice and spite? Are we doomed to share the same fate?
How a
by ~Chaotic-Beauty
Blue remorseSaliva flamed red,Blue remorse
Cheek distends beyond proportion,
All this in the wrong bearing. Resilience will set a warming grasp on this stationary shoulder. It always does.
Look! There she is.
I see her day after day. Always the same, clothed in blue remorse,
Clutching a hardback of idealisms kept as a faithful friend. A deceiving smile is tensed over porcelain.
Bound by restriction, nothing is free. Hands tied by imperceptible trimming as sanguinity crammed behind aging marrow, Love left limp on a dull filament of elastic band…
Kept that way by a
by ~Chaotic-Beauty
Tomorrow's A DreamTomorrow's A Dream by Annie NTomorrow's A Dream
here i lay. on the ground. away from the door. it's where I stay, alone in the darkness, alone with my thoughts.
I stare at the ceiling though I do not see it whilst I'm daydreaming, of everything I want. but it won't come true.
I can dream, can't I? I can dream alone. I can dream with people. I can dream. I can just dream.
I could be outside or doing something else but here I am. laying on the floor. alone. in the dark. with my thoughts.
by ~Chaotic-Beauty
Detramental WhiningDetramental Whining.Detramental Whining
It’s raining. We need it here bad; it’s like a week ago. Except today there is no dark haired boy to take my hand and run. No soft eyed boy With mocha skin Strong hands Quick witted mind To pull me from reality Just for a little while Things get so hard and I don’t know how to fix them. If only I've got a list the world over of "if only" s. I wish this ere detrimental to my health. Then Id have something to whine about.
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