MorningFine mist hanging in the air Tickles as it condenses on lips Spongy earth gives way to footsteps Chittering and cawing calls on the wind Movement just out of the corner of vision Cold, crisp morning held back by wool wrappings Fingertips frozen fast A lung full of scents Sweet decay of plant life Mixed with the sea breeze Fog hangs about the treetops Keeping morning at bay a little longer Fixed with unwavering resolution We disembark into the dayMorning
Wandering DreamIt's so confusing sometimes I'll stand back and just watch on occasion People go about their day-to-day lives Repeating the same old tasks day in, day out Sure, they say they're happy But are they really? Maybe they're just fooling themselves A smile here, a kind word there But how much of it is out of habit? Or just out of common courtesy? Do we really say what we mean anymore? It's all just sort of a routine Work, school, home life Even interacting with others Do we really put any thought into it anymore? I just wonder sometimes When I feel likeWandering Dream
BreathResembling wisps of smoke curling Like hot breath from my lips Ascending in the frigid air Trying to cling to the world as it rises Fleeting thoughts like images Flashing too fast on a screen Catching just glimpses before they've departed Half formed sentiments Words with no substance An impression of loss lacking reason Confusion and a sense of dread All with no knowledge or comprehension Of what is goneBreath
AlienThis alien feeling An unfamiliar burning Filling my being Tightening in my chest Singes my eyes I can't focus as everything blursAlien
Familiar in a way Like a sense memory Clouded at the edges All there is melts away Left with just the sensation
An unquenchable fire Burning bright with passion Fed by desire To touch, to taste That which is just out of reach
| ~poae |
(Lack of) Writing
Have a Nice WE Bryan
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"Rockstar" is one letter away from "Cockstar."
There is no such thing as innocence. Simply degrees of guilt.
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"Rockstar" is one letter away from "Cockstar."
There is no such thing as innocence. Simply degrees of guilt.
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