#writingfromthebones

[killingtimewithwords]

Take me into your wind-chime singing for I can only bear the crime of loving you so; summer breeze, oh! Make her swing May I sit here a while longer to admire the scene? for the sun has made love to the purity of water perfect anecdote for a heart in heat; So come, strip your soul bare         (I will follow suit)  let us take in this comfort while falling in pursuit- even the lakes and riverbeds have secrets buried deep, treasures ore treacheries? For that, no one may speak. So float down this gentle river's course, let ripples echo your soul, Come into my waters, and lose control. 

[circumfearence]

A would overrun with leaky faucets Blood oozing out, filling the streets. No tap to close, no means to control it The heart stopped pumping, somebody stole it. Yet you continue to bleed. Consumed by greed. Luring the vampire closer Your jaded soul Submissively relinquished Till nothing else remains Emptiness in exchange for a heart.

[circumfearence]

There is a theory, that everyone in this world is born angelic, with a pair of imaginary angel wings gleaming on their backs, and the only way to unlock the full potential of these ‘wings’ and to revel in them in all their divine glory is to reflect upon yourself; to look deep down into your soul and figure out what it is that you really want, what drives you to do something, what keeps you going on when you’re on the brink of exhaustion, and to latch onto that with all you’ve got. To accept who you are, and to love yourself for that is one of the toughest things to do. But sometimes going away from people’s expectations of you can be quite scary. That’s why most people never appreciate themselves for who they are; they don’t stay true to themselves and hence end up having their wings cut off in all the metaphorical sense of the phrase.

[circumfearence]

I Was There Watching

Maybe she went alone

because no one else would follow

because solitude seemed divine

but I was there watching

Maybe she talked to no-one

because her thoughts were fire

that blazed and razed on contact 

with anyone who came close

but I was there watching.

Maybe she held it all back

in fear of being berated

and concealed the magnificence within

waiting for some approval

and I was there watching

Maybe she thought it all finished

when no one came forward

till one day the shadows rustled

and she was no longer desolate

and I was no longer watching...

[writingfromthebones]

It's breathing...

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[writingfromthebones]

Go to Hell

Write about it. The journey, the return (if it was round trip), the time, the weather, the people, the natives.

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Tell them Something they Don't Know

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Be at Peace

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