Tag: forgiveness

dreams so wrong

never thought of wishes bad memories is all when words carved of wood petrified stone perched on oak branches stop the dangling swing push her legs, pumping of sprouted wing the sun made all the difference in a light rest lying in a dark tomb of books she turned the pages gently, torn worn of…

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From then… until now.

walls inside keep spores from spawning outside decaying rotting… yawning, i shroom days on end holding myself together not touching the walls surrounding an interior ready to crumble i fall crawl to the screen make my way through relentlessly waiting for the end my friend

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imaginings

i try hard to stay open while the heart shuts i scream loud in a whisper salted with fear and roll with the punches stuck in second gear

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personal musings unleashed…

I see far too many people who are not thinking… and well i have to turn away and protect my thoughts. composting logic reality forced anger paths burdened with tears My religious views are Work-in-Progress and my political views are Independent. I am a free thinker who will listen and either agree or disagree with…

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i have neither wasted time or killed time i have drunk time kissed time made love to the breeze sat down on my knees and prayed time would be kind back.

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Chaos…

In my chaos is an order stars in the wind -glowing answers surround me blowing sweet sounds look down eyes dreamily meet mine rippled puddles gently sooth my mind dance atop the surface grab ahold be brave be bold soul in the corner be brave be bold be bold soul in the corner soul in…

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Personal musings unleashed…

Generations. To profess belief in simple faith and be left to wander the perilous gate… held ajar, wide open. The future bleak… shall the narrow door shut in time… before utter and complete destruction. Ideally, we all could get along. Some stronger. Others weaker. The problem is truth cannot be relative. Either murder is wrong…

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broken

Freshness of morning the pilled dew forms an intoxicating drink. Poured from the belly of ache. Sorrow’s depth reached in the darkest night lit with eternity’s glow.

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