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My love is a sweet melody,
Amidst background noise that won’t cease,
When my life is a malady,
She streams in and gives me peace;
I love the notes that she plays,
So soothing to my heart,
everywhere I turn
I am given a hateful grin
one might think I'd simply learn
...from the past I've buried within
yet, I still have my faith
and I choose to see the light
Rock, paper, scissors to stone, Dr. Splendifference was thin as bone. He stood as tall as a renaissance man, his feet in the fifth, and wings with span.
Somewhere within the starlight,
there's an answer, and it's clear.
So I'll pose a heartfelt question,
'cause the truth, I know, is near.
I believe when you're beside me,
Green fell into green on cascading moss bitten stones. Darkness fell upon steps weeping great rapids of starlight. In the rustle of leaves were fragments of pages feathered in large silent nests.
Old age… When regrets
replace dreams…And when the days
are filled with mem'ries
Mirrors of the soul
Reflections of the mind
Green flecked pits of aquamarine
Oval shaped and Olivine
Your Eyes are…
Light spills from the throne in the sky, where the sun sits
and reigns with its golden scepter.
And I stand in its warm brilliance, thankful this King will
This will be the last thing I ever send you
I can't even think of anything to say, except: Fuck you
What happened? Do you just not want me anymore? You just left me feeling torn
He stood at the back, and looked around
The church, not even full,
There wasn’t a face he recognised
From his far off days at school,
He thought of Jim in the coffin there
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I am made of words.
My vital organs are composed
of letters; nouns, adjectives,
If I did not know words,
I would not know air..
I would not know the sound
I am a soul of silence,
of thoughts that reach into
the earth of things,
of words so strong, there is no way
to give voice to them.
But if you want to see the loquacious
I tried not to look you in the eyes,
for I knew the fire that would be there,
waiting, just waiting, to pour itself into
Oh, the rivers of lava that would flow