

No TitleSo much unsaid, which I wish I did say Hoping for much better days Everyday, I send out a prayer I feel just like John Mayer Waiting On The World To Change For everything to rearrange And fall back perfectly into placeNo Title
For the puzzle to be completely rebuilt For it to be put back together For the drastic change in weather For everywhere to be filled with sunshine For all the planets and stars to perfectly align
Like back in the days, when everything was fine Though, Im thinking back not too long ago But it unfortunately does feel like it wa


Lost DreamsWhat wouldve happenedLost Dreams
If the dream wasnt deferred? Imagine what things wouldve been like If the dream actually occurred If my visions and thoughts werent blurred And I wasnt lost somewhere in the mist Too much has definitely been missed
Imagine if the dream did really exist For longer than it actually did I completely slid On the ice and paid the price Bumps, bruises, contusions, and confusion Definitely left all over my body and face Another dream drifting lost in space


Dead PhoenixLove rises Love falls Its inevitable and all For the curtain to call And pull everything away That you never wanted to be taken away In the first place Eventually everything goes to wasteDead Phoenix
The ashes fly into the sky And the descent takes place Something slipped Everything is stripped All of the wings are clipped And death is imminent Nothing is any longer relevant
From the ashes The phoenix doesnt rise No matter how much the phoenix tries Nothing anymore to realize But that everything eventually dies  


SnowfallApproximately one eon ago The night the snowSnowfall
Filled the sky The night the snow Fell all too well The night the snow Cried from out of the sky And froze Heaven
Morphing it completely into The coldest depths of Hell Havent slept too well Insomnia and thoughts have Morphed me into a shell Of my better former self My declining health Continues to fall like snow
...I had a message asking for me to become a member and I did zero about it. Next thing I know, I was a member. Never really thought much of it -- 'til Que made his recent post on his....
So, who, out of curiosity was sweet enough to make me a member?
Whoever it was, THANK YOU!!!!
I feel newbie-ish, but what's the difference, really?
MyD.
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If You're A Butterfly; I'm Suicide By Insecticide.
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"The great occupational hazard for an art critic or art historian is to let words come between the viewer and the experience of art - to substitute a verbal encounter for an aesthetic one." - Roger Kimball
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"The great occupational hazard for an art critic or art historian is to let words come between the viewer and the experience of art - to substitute a verbal encounter for an aesthetic one." - Roger Kimball
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