Im On Top Of The World
Im on top of the world
But i am all alone.
So i wonder
If a life with you
Would have been worth
Losing it all?
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There was so much more
That i should have said
So i look at the sky
And scream to the stars
The words that would've
Made you stay
Does the moon feel lonely
When it is all alone
Because nobody is awake
To see it?
Thoughts on Beauty #4
It is always so beautiful to see a crowd. They are one, made of many. Each person walking to the same rhythm- a heartbeat.
Bum Bum
At first it is quiet. It is the first sign of life, or better yet, a rebirth.
Bum Bum
It has grown louder, echoing through the streets. They are united, they are one.
BUM BUM
It is deafening, the beautiful sound of rebellion and of unity. Many people standing for one purpose, a sign of change.
That is what can change lives, every person rising up for what they believe in, standing tall while they sing. They march to a beat, that heartbeat- now deafening- as a sign of beauty and of something new.
Graveyard At Midnight
The crow caws once.
A shiver down my spine
I wanted nothing more than to preserve what was mine.
The crow caws again.
Another eerie cry
I tried to fight fate, but you cant win with a lie.
The crow caws once more
A body in the ground
No headstone to mark, only soil in a mound.
The crow falls silent.
The empty only grows
The last attempt to hide my sins, causes them to show.
Does time ever wish
That it could slow down
Even for a moment
Too?
I tremble in the cold
Of December
Yet the warmth
In my heart
Lights up my soul
Like the strands of beauty
On the tree
An amber tinted room
Grey with clouds of smoke
That make my head spin
Like a vinyl record
Spiraling down
Until all i know
Are your violet eyes
And our desperate howls
Beneath the crimson moon
Thoughts on Love #8
In the waves is the truth behind love. It doesn't burn like a fire, or dance like the wind. Love is the rippling, crashing, rising, falling, swaying, never-ceasing tide which crashes against the shores of my heart. Slowly chipping away at the rock-solid armor which protects the person who has been hurt one too many times.
I dreamt of a candle in pale hands
With a crimson flame burning down down down
Wax dripping on soft skin
Too gentle for it's heat
But there was no flinch or falter
Until it melted down to nothing
Leaving only a curl of smoke and scalded flesh
As its legacy
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Day 1/14
Without ambition one starts nothing. Without work one finishes nothing. The prize will not be sent to you. You have to win it.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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