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The wind hums an ancient song My cigarette smoke following its tune butterflies float over wild blossoms covering orange laterite dunes.
Autumn leaves that keep on falling
Are like the love that you gave me
Beautiful, but dead.
i didn't know who I was and who i wanted to be
until you came—
now all i wanted is to be somebody to you.
— Identity, writinglust
I can only realize the beauty of the sunrise if it is seen from your eyes.
writinglust
-IT COLLAPSED, right in that moment my heart caved in on it own taking the accountability for its final and last action. The action was "Love" did my soul deceive me was the walls of my heart not strong enough, my Heart Shouts "ENOUGH!!!" You will do what I say I desire for you to love.
-Tommoy D. Creme
"And that is what steals people's sleep—the ghosts of the past that keep on wavering the present moments."
—anon
From Ashes to Blossoms
A descendent of the open eye Among the hoax these rites were built It pulls along the freighter line As i refuse to let it wilt In between the shallow waters I seen the shadows wash away The song unsung in baltic winds Pulls me through the light of day I welcome Lazarus in open arms Then unleash the fever and let it spread Closing in for vanity Waves collide in the lines I’ve bred One for hope And one for joy The razors corrode My burdens destroyed Take me to a golden age Divide me from the worms who pry Let’s walk away from agony So I can finally let it die And remember how it feels to be alive
stitching the scraps of your finest lies
designing the wool to pull over our eyes
quickly you move to smother the lights
until your wrongs replace our rights