sadmorgen

i write stuff & have hayfever ...

[sadmorgen]

Rubbing magic lamp

Absently minded

Wishes for hell

Genie compromise

No monkeys paw

Fishes to spell

[lzlabs]

From Somewhere You Came

If you wish to be close to me, come to me my love will open like the heart of a flower sensing spring your slightest caress will open each finger around myself petal by petal, like spring in the sun I feel something about you that closes and opens me like the voice of your eyes which is deeper than the red of roses and nothing, not even the clouds have a softer touch then the warmth of your hands

[cherokeeghostwriter]

you are missed.

[sadmorgen]

and seldom lost.

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Too much of life is doing what they expect from you.

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The boy skins the wolf for what its past has made

The boy cries a justice done despite the stories fame

The boy wore upon himself nought but all afraids

The wolf itself reborn again a monster all the same.

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Nothing matters until you measure yourself by it.

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Comparison is the theft of joy synonym, I guess.

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Nothing matters until you measure yourself by it.

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a division for metamorphisis as this line drawn right now without it spoke amorphous but its head up in the cloud

oh so wet and in the sticks as the wine was on the pour so no doubting now as thus i'm lead to where i'm flawed

a vision built upon the bricks the twins may grow so wise pleased to speak a while but you can see things in my eye

no decisions were before us as a sense washed overseas without it spoke amorphous and said that it's so so proud.

— mothballs & lighthouses, /sadmorgen

[ludicbouquetfromearth]

I've lost my inspiration to write,

Vigour to think,

Sense to feel

And strength to fight

What do I do at this point in my life?

[sadmorgen]

I've lost my time making rhymes

Rigourously inked

Once it's sealed

I've strength all night

So which points may bright up the light?

[myfavouritefields]

Road to the sea, soft pastel on pastelcard

[sadmorgen]

this is so well composed, gorgeous work.

[antoniettabrandeisova]

Sunset in the Pontine Marshes (detail), Enrique Serra y Auque (Spanish, 1859–1918)

[sadmorgen]

any prompts for when I get home?

[sadmorgen]

good morning beautiful people

as you rose and shone

i slept

[sadmorgen]

a shy fire  — embers yet ashes patient in faltering til stoke inspires.

— warmth, njm