Birthday next sunday, yay


What Goes Up...Brave and young, you met the sky. To touch white heat, Beyond soft, safe clouds.What Goes Up...
In materials and family, No solace you found. In anger abandoned, A directionless land.
You flew by night, Killing pain. Above a kingdom alight, Your chemical reign.
Eyes saw sin; red dripping shame. Mine saw you, dreaming life away.
Falling Wings fail, Sorrow herein. Coming down from heights, Air needle-thin.


Winds of ChangeLittlest of beauties Melted upon my tongue, Lent to me its colours I let its song be sungWinds of Change
Lively green trees hustled Under a rising ochre sun Arms of bark came out to greet me, All winding into one.
Eyes on the beat of a stone gently skipped, Form infant waves on water, Swimming to the thought of one I missed,
I imagined that I saw her.
She was standing in the rain, On a lake's cold, lonely shore. A ring was on her finger,
Yet her eyes they read unsure
Of paths for her to ponder, On journeys not yet come Wh
Alive
Landed

OurLoveLikeTheTrafficLightsWe stop at the traffic lights That red light signalingOurLoveLikeTheTrafficLights
Our passion Our love For one another
I reminisce those sweet moments Those times together They lasted forever Those passionate kisses on my couch Our hands always locked so tight Holding onto each other not wanting to leave Endless late night talks Your long walks to my house Waiting by the window Do you still remember our stroll on the beach? Looking up at those birds How windy that day was And when you took me to the cinema? I rested my head on your shoulder It was a
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Even my odds.
Glomp is a funny word.
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I am just a worthless liar.
I am just an imbecile.
I will only complicate you.
Trust in me and fall as well.
I will find a center in you.
I will chew it up and leave.
I will work to elevate you
just enough to bring you down.
*lowtech-artists
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Why, in this empty room,
is my body shaking?
Tell me...
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It is getting dark again
Dusk shuffle across the fields
The evening trees moan as if they knew
At night I always dream of you
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check out my gallery
leave some comments or criticism
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It is getting dark again
Dusk shuffle across the fields
The evening trees moan as if they knew
At night I always dream of you
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check out my gallery
leave some comments or criticism
[link]
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It is getting dark again
Dusk shuffle across the fields
The evening trees moan as if they knew
At night I always dream of you
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