The ChildrenAnd he holds two fingers up in a mock-salute and mouthes the words "one, two, one, two, two-, two-, two-, t-" like a recorder on repeat, skipping, sliding, jarring against the sides of my head and my ears are bleeding.The Children
The eyes of the children stare at me accusingly; there is no hiding from blood of the innocent, from the tears and cries of the young. I see one who glares more malevolently than the others - I see evil in a child, the devil in God's form, in His recreation of himself.
I do not believe in a God.
Alex.Alex, innocence isn't overrated; don't believe what the girls and boys in their makeup and bloodshot eyes whisper seductively in your ear;Alex.
One day soon they'll crash and burn and that's exactly what they're hoping for - the cataclysmic end to their miserable lives, a suitably hollow finish to the suitably hollow fireworks announcing their arrival to your world.
It may be easier to see the world in shades of grey but monochrome is far more interesting; black and white cuts life up into sharp edges and cold words and cold hearts and sharp words.
Hopelessness: another word for not caring anymore. &nb
WreckagesOne day I will figure out what it is about you that makes me feel this way Fireworks explode in my mind and electricity fly from my fingertips To meet in a glorious touch of your lips.Wreckages
I need something to obliterate me I absolutely need someone to tell me this is a bad idea I need something to stop me from wrecking everyone and everything that is good in my life Crashing and burning has a whole new meaning with you.
I can't get away from you, Every step I take you drag me two back You're everything I want and anything but We're both wreckages, we fit perfectly Int
SubmarineTheir tiny little submarine, sunny yellow, scoured the dark depths for a sign of life. The ocean - one of the last great undiscovered wildernesses in an increasingly smaller world. Man had still not realised that some things should just be let alone - they may not like what they discover. Their tiny little submarine didn't stand a chance. The weak lights illuminated the murky darkness around them, and the inhabitants, smaller and frailer still, hoped and prayed to find something. Then they saw something pass slowly in the grainy light as they went past it, and their hope and prayers turned cold with fear. As the submarine amSubmarine
Raina -part one- Darkness. All there was, was darkness. An empty void in a non-existent place. Not even wind breathed through this place. This was the place where magic was most potent. Even the smallest spark would ignite an explosion that could echo throughout worlds. A small flicker of colour seemed to appear amongst the eternal shadows, like a red star in the distance. This was followed by many others, stars of all colours, lighting the void like a sparking rainbow. You could almost hear them singing like angels. But this was interrupted by a sharp whistling, and two flaming balls of colour, one a deep purplRaina -part one-
Pearl Hunter
I'm back.. kinda :/
Distracted
your poetry reminds me of the title of one of my favourite anthologies
"the poetry cure"
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We've met before. But I think that you're going to remember me this time.
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So when did you change direction, when did you change your mind.
- and never changed mine.
Song: Seek
Artist: Addison Road
xo!
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I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
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i believe in music the way some people believe in fairytales
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But I'd rather watch the sun rise
In your eyes..
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