Blue tears cascading......a red sky...... signs of death all around....... vultures flying all over waiting for me to make that one mistake........ licking their lips...... watching me with their tiny black eyes.... i try to walk faster but i feel all eyes on me....... i feel the hate...... i feel their need for me to fail....... weakness forms..... walls begin to build back up...... hope starts to dwindle..... the road..... the road..... the road starts to shake..... becomes unbareable.... nothing makes sense...... i see my hope.... i see all my dreams ahead..... ahead up the road but i cant get to it.... i run faster.... and faster...... forgetting everything aroundBlue tears cascading......
Her.........With a wild eye.. I look forth toward the landscape with the quiet of the midnight sky. My very essence is consumed with the energy of the thoughts outflowing through my veins. A fire deep inside becomes engulf with passion and an overwhelming feeling of ecstasy. The energy, the essence, the passion becomes a force within. Its now the center of who I am and who I'm going towards. The pulsating rhythm of my own heart sets the tone of the night. Hollows deep within my soul burn, the depths of my inner self glow, and the banks of my heart in which my blood flows so freely become so true and rich. A sensation starts spreading through out my wholeHer.........
Red Road with a Purple SkyI sit staring at the wall, wondering what it's heard, what it's seen. Wishing it would tell me its secrets, its thoughts. I see the road outside through the window and picture where it might take me, how far will I go? When will it stop me? Who else took that same path? That path....... The one we all take... Only we believe it to be true but then it may not be true because it becomes true with only certain limits. Written on the wall with only pen that can be seen under a black light are the meaningless writings of past resistance. Who took that same path down that long purple sky road leading into that orange sea? We suspect every thing andRed Road with a Purple Sky
Touching without fingersKnowing or no knowing the out come. Not knowing what you'll say back. The unknown. It kills us but yet makes us stronger. Makes us wonder yet we feel as if we already known. Scared but wanting to. Wishing yet pulling away. Awaiting yet lookng behind. Fascinated but yet hiding. Pondering but yet knowing..... Its a path but yet a road. Winding road. death but life. dying yet living. Dreaming but yet awake. Getting what you didnt wish for yet wishing for what you didnt get. Looking yet blind. Deaf but hearing. Touching without fingers....... Moving yet still. Closing without opening. Feeling with no pain. Guilt with refreshing eyes. Smell with nTouching without fingers
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Nights Like these They make him Wonder How did I get here? Slowly he looks around Roads nearly empty Lines of cement Without feet Air Without life And the street lamps Shed their fake Light Across it all Such a tiring sight Looking up Clouds Under the sun They were white Pillows, floating across But now Dark shadows Looming overhead Stars Hiding in the darkness Of the overwhelming Sky This is my night
third time is a charm.........
lmao
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To Be True Is To Be One With Yourself and To Be Great is To Be True.
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To Be True Is To Be One With Yourself and To Be Great is To Be True.
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To Be True Is To Be One With Yourself and To Be Great is To Be True.
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To Be True Is To Be One With Yourself and To Be Great is To Be True.
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The world breaks everyone and afterwards many are stronger in the broken places.
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