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my childhood is now retro idolized by a world sterilized by solid lines
I got a ticking clock because it reminds me of my Grandma’s home where minutes stood still and I counted on and one and on and on and now I’ve grown some more know nothing of the world anymore helping myself to candies isn’t as nice anymore
softly kissing you my dreams have come true tonight the stars await us
Skin Deep
I’ve grown numb to beauty preaching its worth from the shallows.
Making a neat fist I shatter my vanity mirror, watching the shards fall into non-existence.
Perhaps I’ll start a revolt against all the mirrors so eager
to define our worth from one careless reflection given.
Society’s afraid of me telling girls that I’ve grown numb to beauty.
Perhaps I’ll start a revolt against my alter ego. Will happily lock the box myself as I
rise to the sun where I belong, beautiful in my imperfect skin.
holding on to burnt memories fueling a wave of anger throughout how to let go? I wait eager for an answer
seeking some reassurance that people mean well past encounters flooding in lingering for far too long
a lone deer resting in a deep field just off the highway brown coat distinct ease of surroundings
cautiously comfortable as dusk brings its magic with a double rainbow appearing to the left
soon it’ll be time to run for rest for now we savour Earth’s inimitable beauty
I’m leaving the place I thought was mine seeking out the place that untangles my heart
craving some rich dark chocolate to sharpen my taste buds, float away to the clouds
I wanna see elephants while they’re still walking I wanna see glaciers before they’ve melted I wanna see island nations before they’re submerged
all that I ask is for the impossible: for the world to heal
grieving for those moments I should’ve spent in your arms failed to see the importance, value of a single moment.
changes can be made hope is there for us to take back our desires, share days in all weathers.
our hearts are spinning across, eager to keep up with a magical journey of finding ourselves again.
I’m ready now. let’s chase our forever.
colourful florals filling short days with warmth looking inward
every second we’re apart I begin to worry
thinking of the comfort your words bring me
thinking of the warmth your touch brings me
home exists deep within the love we’ve built together
a mother: beautiful powerful creator
full of love giver of life teacher of lessons healer of wounds lover of me key to my heart
Take that soft ocean breeze; walk with it wherever you may go. You are free to twirl. Run strong and wild, my dear. These are the days that make all others bearable.
gaining strength just noticed that the pain slipped away greeting myself with a smile on this cool sunday evening
I tell myself I love her once upon a time she didn’t hear this often enough or she was smothered with the phrase causing a withdrawal and a churning stomach all black and white perhaps for Grandma Shirl to compliment her obsession with cows she probably loved them more than she loved herself very few of us shift the bar higher very few of us go into the world loving
hold on now making my own music drum’s out ready to go to war
die for a country that’s already dying from years of neglect
not enough bills can’t make more that’ll only worsen this current state of bitter affairs
holding out for him waiting for a place to grow our home among the wildflowers