wooptime to return me thinks
Moments.Lost in time and space, Numbness, Emotionless face.Moments.
Did you leave your smile behind?
Blur of passers by, Sitting, Ready to cry.
Can the world be so blind?
Alone. Broken. Sad.
Hours on end, Thinking, Waiting for a friend.
Up.
Walking against the grain, A downpour, Beautiful rain.
Standing in solitude.
Wash away the sorrow, Drain, Right into tomorow.
A moments rest, Time, To expand my chest.
Inhale. Exhale. &n
Faith: Part 3Concordia cum veritateFaith: Part 3
The walls moved.
Great big orange walls with endless red swirls.
The floor was black, or at least he thought it was. Mist created a layer above the floor.
There was no ceiling, just endless black.
And there he sat, in a wooden chair at a grand mahogany table. Fork shaped candles infront of him, unlit.
No cutlery.
The man got up and walked a few paces towards the walls, there was no doors, no windows. Just walls. He couldn't reach the walls however, a chain around his right ankle pulled him back towards the table.
Wh
The DrifterA lonely drifter,The Drifter
Nowhere to go,
No set destination,
Merely passing through.
Upon the freeway of life,
Roads paved in blue,
Desolation,
An unsettling sight.
Disturbance has occurred,
Disruption of beauty,
Beauty we once knew,
Damaged beyond repair.
The cracks are new,
Created with force,
By a foreign object,
So far out of place.
The drifter ashamed,
Burrows his head,
Finally sheds a tear,
Reminiscent
Deceitful PuppeteerWhy must I be the puppet on strings? Deceit being my puppeteer, The handful of people that truly care, I cannot turn to them, They don't understand what I am going through, Why must I be pushed around? The one who looks like a fool, Floating in my own self-pity, At the end of the tunnel there is no light, No one can help me through this.Deceitful Puppeteer
A Good DayHit or miss. Hit or miss I feel like a kiss today. A pair of rosy lips today. A rose dancing in the light today. A fine display. A crimson overlay Where the shadows play Sundappled smiling Winking LaughingA Good Day
Nodding to the wind Nodding to the day Nodding off in a lovers arms Blooming in his sunshine
Like a rose.
I am very happy you enjoy my work and I hope to keep being diverse and posting the best work I can
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