The sun hasn't shown on my face for days The rain pours down in a grayish haze But there is a glow all around my head A rainbow sparkles in my eyes instead Mother Nature has tried her best To drown the sun from east to west But still it shines for us to see And blesses our love so tenderly The light will fill our heart's desire Raising us up from an earthly mire For in the heavens we will shine As constellations have through time I don't need the moon or stars or sun I just need to know that we are one For all that ever needs to shine Is the light inside, yours and mine©Kelly |
cradle a delusioned dream of a delicate slumber delightful and deadly distractions about the seedlings seek showers of sunlit seductions whose love shall lay slaughtered? whose love shall surmount? send your lies clothed in summer feed the afternoon's rage when the eve comes to power the vortex awakens my lover and devil are one and the same© t.r. shisler |
clothes horse fine neadle in then out again sewing this shirt to my skin stiching the hem of my pants to my ancles for me to wear like shakles my toe to my neck my shoes to my toes all the latest designer clothes they make the man so they say my friends call me by my brandname©nikolai noel |
Closing the Gap My eyes tire of squinting of peeking under the denim of his gapping generations to see what if anything is underneath, and I'm sure mine won't fit us both, as we jump up and come down, trying to shimmy them over our united hips. The threads stretch and finally snap, and we fall to the floor. We do not struggle to rise. We lie and listen to John Lennon.©Aurora [Writerchick's House of Creative Thinking] |
You just keep telling me its so easy, but you just say that to please me. Its just not so simple for me. I just get lost so easily. I warned you not to let me go alone. I'll never find my way back home. I won't get lost without a fight. Don't like to be alone at night. I walk these empty streets in my mind feeling just like I was blind. I'm in a hollow place and I fear it. I am surviving on my wits. How long until you realize? Will you come before my demise?©Melinda Gagnon |
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