one fish,
two fish.
red fish,
blue fish.
i miss you,
fish.
two fish.
red fish,
blue fish.
i miss you,
fish.
slow,
begrudging walk.
it's never ending,
it's getting ridi-cu-lous.
how far is left? i have no idea.
it's getting so exhausting.
slow, deep breaths.
i keep walking and breathing this same, stale air.
how far is left? i have no idea, i am no wise man.
time, may you fly?
may you help me out and send me to shore?
i am super sad, i am a leaf in the wind.
this low hanging fruit of a limp surrender,
it waves at me, but i am no loser.
rain, may you stop?
may you sprinkle down when this monsoon clears?
i am super strong, but i am so human.
in the end, i am still here.
i know nothing else
i have no idea.
it's never ending,
it's getting ridi-cu-lous.
how far is left? i have no idea.
it's getting so exhausting.
slow, deep breaths.
i keep walking and breathing this same, stale air.
how far is left? i have no idea, i am no wise man.
time, may you fly?
may you help me out and send me to shore?
i am super sad, i am a leaf in the wind.
this low hanging fruit of a limp surrender,
it waves at me, but i am no loser.
rain, may you stop?
may you sprinkle down when this monsoon clears?
i am super strong, but i am so human.
in the end, i am still here.
i know nothing else
i have no idea.
if a thought could change the world
backed with a quick innovation
action ties the two together
so many in the mind swirl
leaving in a predication
an impession lasting forever
if the wind whispered softly
fog concealed your life
stars shining through tree leaves
would you listen closely
to hide as cold as steel of a knife
shivering was your breath breathes
time is of importance
in this endless stepping dance
gathering all needed focus
and never being hopeless
no matter how challenging it can be
backed with a quick innovation
action ties the two together
so many in the mind swirl
leaving in a predication
an impession lasting forever
if the wind whispered softly
fog concealed your life
stars shining through tree leaves
would you listen closely
to hide as cold as steel of a knife
shivering was your breath breathes
time is of importance
in this endless stepping dance
gathering all needed focus
and never being hopeless
no matter how challenging it can be
a breeze catches the fiber of hair
twisting them in a moment of bare
pressing them to a subtle curve
protruding from the goosbumps
this feeling none can trump
simple thing can bring such joy
content in peace within this viod
twisting them in a moment of bare
pressing them to a subtle curve
protruding from the goosbumps
this feeling none can trump
simple thing can bring such joy
content in peace within this viod
it only happen a moment ago
i feel the pain surrend to know
a blisttering bliss of unreal taunts
like an echo of memeories haunts
trap like a word on the tip of the tongue
eyes shut as the steps lead to this plunge
a moment or two may cast doubt
Listen closely to my shoutout
a recoil of fear
lives to near
the early cast of the moonligh beam
with the whispers in the wind to seem
like a messgae from the past
with no way to decode as tasked
but a standing frozen form of me
left in a constant state of questioning
i feel the pain surrend to know
a blisttering bliss of unreal taunts
like an echo of memeories haunts
trap like a word on the tip of the tongue
eyes shut as the steps lead to this plunge
a moment or two may cast doubt
Listen closely to my shoutout
a recoil of fear
lives to near
the early cast of the moonligh beam
with the whispers in the wind to seem
like a messgae from the past
with no way to decode as tasked
but a standing frozen form of me
left in a constant state of questioning
Silence settles on the thin tension of time. Each hand slowly
casting their shadows blind. With a calming deep breath the eyes
cover with halves. Chills cover with each beat of the heart
spreading its paths. A mind never set so clear and free. Hold your
chin up high Take a breath as you close your eyes While you feel at
ease With these moment passing A breath can get caught with a reach
of the mind. Trembling you stand with tension of fear Eyes shooting
open as you discover what you find. Holding back the blank stare
while you lose a tear.
Slightly out of focus Before it goes. A smile touches the lip while
all thoughts pause. Small particles scatter where the light beam
shows. Pure bliss settles with a content cause. A deep hug of the
sheets before they toss. Feet land upon the floor with a certainty.
Flavors fill with a blend before flossing. One last mirror check
before the day begins. A Good Morning Arose.
It wasn't the silence But the absence That crippled my thoughts Had
my heart stop Teetering on the verge Of a sudden urge When the pain
released The hold beneath My feet Trying to survive When I rather
die In a moment of strength I cling to weakness As I exhale A
whisper Meant to be a yell
Something I wrote a while ago
Inspired by my favorite Volbeat song
The Hangman's body count
🖤🎶🤘
Title-The Gallows Edge.
Inspired by my favorite Volbeat song
The Hangman's body count
🖤🎶🤘
Title-The Gallows Edge.
You sit in fear all alone fighting again
As the sweet sound of suicide echoes through the jaws of the
darkness and is whispered with temptation ino your ear
again you quickly grab your lighter to ignite the flame of
Mary's kiss
Your only defense against the demons who have come once more to
toss you into the abyss
Of your own mind the place where all your nightmares come to life
haunting you With The memories of every dark deed and sin you
have committed that you try to erase by keeping them locked
in the past but no matter how hard you try it seems they will
never be forgotten in this world but tired of carrying this
burden of guilt you open your eyes to find your salvation as out
of the darkness steps a figure all dressed in black with a noose
tied rope hanging off his back and without hesitation you reach
for his hand as the Raven guides the through the valley of
darkness one last time to the Reaper your only friend now waiting
for you at
The Gallows Edge.
"Here and Gone August"
Leaf green’s the shaky scrape of a tree’s
arm
raking against the window.
Brushing back and forth
with each and every blowing breeze, gust or gale.
These the humid doldrums of here and gone August.
A tree's hands can be so thin,
his arms are sticks.
They look anorexic.
