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Storm forecast It's hitting me: an assault of wavesStorm forecast by ~dreamingshadow
Sent by storms out to sea started by a series of events all in the past
Crash at the wall with your ferocity
Smashing it all at terminal velocity
It's unbearable
But emotion won't solve this
It's how we got here
There is a tender place
A soft and fragile light space
Where I put you,
Where I put up
Posters of
All the things I want you to know
Where I store
All my desire for living
All the positive things
That make up me
And everything I could be
The helpless panic as the waves charge in
Like a firing squad, like an onslaught of knives
Trying to destroy the world with brute force
The he
Swept away Darkness, a porous darknessSwept away by ~dreamingshadow
There is no heart to the darkness in this night it is everywhere
It is a slick amongst this world and
Its chimney pots
I hear the cat slung out a few doors down and the sound of feline wailing
Mixes with the metallic sounds of a wind chime
Because there is always a wind down here, it sweeps through
It has to
To cleanse an earth in darkness
To sweep us of our memories
I wonder how it feels to be forgotten
A white wind whispers over a landscape of memories, taking everything
I feel a light go out in me
Maybe I am being forgotten
And is this
What I was born for,
And is this
What I now live for,
And i
The sea is a vision of grey The sea is a vision of grey, a granite table we could set our teacups onThe sea is a vision of grey by ~dreamingshadow
We stand aghast amongst the grasses
The perfect place to drag our teardrops from
The sullen waves will curl up driven by a wind that
Sighs
As it passes
These are frozen faces
These are frozen fingers
I don't know how you can feel anymore
And you were never mine
But I am frozen in time
I don't know why
I feel anymore
A concrete coloured gull makes an arc through the sky like a child drawing on paper
But this gull is moving, he is putting his wings in motion and he is using his body
To create beauty
We stand and stare forwards
Feet melded into the clotted
Paint it right ColoursPaint it right by ~dreamingshadow
Follow the colours
It will be your way out
All that was left of you was a paintbrush on the floor
At night I sit and paint under failing light
I am painting this day the way it should have been
Soft strokes
I will find the door to silence
All that was left of you I hold in my hand in the cracking light
Soaking in crimson
We will create day
Out of night
All I feel
Is bleeding through
(would you see yourself in this blue?)
Colours
Remember
Colours
Crawl after your creativity
It will be the thing that gets you through
Did it get you through?
I see your paintings hanging in my dreams, I wonder
I wonder if it got you
Nothing More. I'm old enough to be able toNothing More. by ~TheDamnedPeople
take care of myself.
I'm big enough to be able to
handle my emotions.
I'm scared enough to be able to
try and lie to myself.
Wrong feels right, and I have no idea
as to what Right exactly is when my
mind says one thing and my body another.
I'm slightly dead to the world in a
way so that I don't have to listen to
the words that cut into my mind and rot.
"I hate you."
It doesn't mean anything anymore.
"I love you."
It just hurts, sticking to my mind and
clawing it's way through the nonsence that
makes up my life and it's happenings.
I. Have. Lost. To. My. Own. Mind. Again.
I
Sta.sh
