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I hide behind false new eyes,
Ashen for the burned out lies,
Barely concealed burning embers,
Eyes that beg you to remember,
I dare you; look in my eyes now,
My soul is safe, barred; in lock-down,
I have no fear, you cannot see,
Truths buried in the heart of me.
Ashen for the burned out lies,
Barely concealed burning embers,
Eyes that beg you to remember,
I dare you; look in my eyes now,
My soul is safe, barred; in lock-down,
I have no fear, you cannot see,
Truths buried in the heart of me.
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reflective
One minute you will stand watching prior moments drift past your fingertips on kite strings. You will think, I could not have known such things would fly away. You will think, I was happier tied to such fragments of time. You will think, My heart sang for lack of knowledge. My heart leapt for ignorance. Witness now--the mouth of a tunnel, think then on the other end. Close your eyes and fall backward, into the shoes of former selves, envying their blindness to this present. Linger. Then lean back into reality-- your future shouldn't need to wander forward alone.
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vincent
I skated out on to the thinned out ice between cowardice and polite offense too difficult to face of cobblestone that led the path of commoner sense I was led to ask history never allows a follow up question you told me of a gentle night sunflowers and starry night all that was true was all that was right earth is cold, and the winds stood still illusion is ego, the favorite chill stood back then and is standing still. It is of words a mortal curse that fans that flame from bad to worst horse hooves call before the hearse tell me I am of doom and gloom and providence has filled the room I caught the game too late...... ice cracks deep.
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Monster
It is in the forests In the darkness Beneath the ancient tress Buried in the blackened soil It paints the teeth-like outlines Of the mountain peaks It’s scattered in the air It hovers high above the seas It is in the oceans In their divine sadness As the moonlight penetrates Everything that sleeps It flows in grains of sand Their coarseness Its lust for time's abyss It dwells within all cells And possesses all minds With innocent insanities It’s inside of us More innate than the blood we keep You can hear it It roars when all is silent A being with no face A monster with no boundaries
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Drifting thoughts, just the phrase Ashen Eyes, and then of course I had to make it rhyme and I think it ruined it, or stole some of the soul from it, but that's the point isn't it. To conceal the facts with fiction.
I like my new contact lenses. They make me feel brave. My armour used to consist of studded leather cuffs and chokers, now all I need is a cover over my eyes, and I am invincible again.
Will probably scrap when I'm fully awake. Which I shouldn't be at this hour...
I like my new contact lenses. They make me feel brave. My armour used to consist of studded leather cuffs and chokers, now all I need is a cover over my eyes, and I am invincible again.
Will probably scrap when I'm fully awake. Which I shouldn't be at this hour...
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You're super girl. Fast talking jive walking super rad. You can bend steel and wear corset's like a mother fucker. So what if a little truth get's hidden. You put it away until you can deal with it and once you can your able to take the sucker punch it gives, it always sucker punches you. But when you're ready you can roll with the punches and hell maybe give a few back. And then you're tougher than you ever thought you could be. when you reach that state of mind that's when you know you really are made of steel.