our verses become erased refrain from turning back frantically uncrumpling paper flowers trying to save what has already become undone yesterday is gone - our photos will fade I plaster a smile upon my face save grace for those who fall behind
I know of nothing but the whispering in my head you speak to me in riddles while I try to unravel your thoughts but come up short you are a dreamer an artist's perfection I find my brushes and start to paint but you just won't be caught
Nothing is truly lost. Lost is merely hidden until found again. Things might just not be found by the ones who lost it in the first place. It's like unintentionally sharing your treasures. Someone will unintentionally share their treasures with you. Love what is given.
seasons change, as do souls we start as seedlings grow, take root, and sometimes let go we wither and we die we meet, we greet, we say goodbye we watch other souls pass by but within the shadows of our hearts bloom dandelions: sweet and pure eternal remainders of our childhood
Kade rubbed a hand over his face. "This is not going to work. Pastel colored walls do not scream domination." Eva smiled wickedly, her fangs protruding. "They do if I'm going to be in charge. Trust me on this." Kade rolled his eyes. Eva gave him a kiss. "So, it's a deal ?"
I don't know what I'll find, if I start digging inside my own mind gems or rubble or simply broken glass wilted flowers or a meadow of blooms & grass marbles of all sorts hidden away; cat's eyes, clays, perlies or glimmers would you be tempted to come in and play
lines have been drawn with blood; intricate circles spilling emotions onto the floor like red wine Bacchus would be displeased this face as if made out of marble white and beautiful a Goddess? no, here lies my mortal woe silent like a statue my kiss meets cold lips
upon this non-existing ceiling, projected a rejected vision these crystal thoughts her clarity of mind, shattered like glass no glue can mend what they broke no patches nor bandages she needs sleep to heal a slow slumber, a quietude to wake finding the dawn of reclaimed dreams
I used to play here in this house with its many chambers the attic filled with mysteries flaking wallpaper reveals drawings blues, reds & greens a golden sun the dreams I dreamed now faded but some mysteries remain, like were you ever real
"Holy motherfucking shit! Did you see that? What the bloody hell was that... thing?" "You think the visible creatures are scary? Then you're in for a treat my friend." "Excuse me? You're shitting me, right?" "You wish. I never shit about things like this. Ever." #darkjoke
ignoring the thorns I take refuge in a lie caress the white petals of the roses around us staining them with what bleeds from my broken heart lovers are meant to be lovers a passion as fierce as the crimson sky you & I still entwined I kiss the life from your lips
He smiled at her. He normally had a beautiful smile. Right now though he was smiling rather wickedly and she felt a shiver run down her spine. He held out his hand. "Come, my love." His voice was dark, sensual. "I promised you a new beginning. The end has to come first though."