Poppiespink is the color of my hand purple is the color of my land poppies in my head when the devil calls my name being surreal has never been the samePoppies
oooooo these flowers oooooo beautiful flowers oooooo how you make me blend into the sky
green is the color that stands out the most when starring out into the dark coast flames in my lungs when the devil calls my name being surreal has never been the same
oooooo these flowers oooooo beautiful flowers oooooo how you make me blend into the sky
The Past is No MoreThe Past is No MoreThe Past is No More
Like a prize so cherished once, held high and mighty. Now forgotton and lost, not so mighty. Alongside of a broken Christ,
both made of plastic
and not worth a heist. Dirt, Dust, Darkness is all we even see, to be returned, keyed, cleansed, cleaned.
The Lion's EyesThe Lion's EyesThe Lion's Eyes
The man looks into the blue eyes of the lion, and sees a sincerity there once was. Looks back at the horizon and wonders why the sun never sets.
The man is dead of the lion's ignorance,
beacause, all the love accumulates into golden steal nets.
Poetry lostPoetry lost…Poetry lost
Poerty lost..
Where is the poetry? Where is my poetry? The poetry of the sunrise… The poetry of your eyes… I think I’ve lost it again… Into vanity… Into profanity.
Where is that feeling of home? Crowded in my head… I am feeling alone Bounded and trapped Between walls gates and fences I have gone numb and blind I have lost all my senses So I can’t see my lyrics And I can’t feel my verse And my thoughts of redemption Now seem like random words
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<life will burn you ripe> ~AngstyWriters
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簡単な愛、複雑な生命
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"Nothing lasts forever," she said,
and sighed a sigh that shattered the hearts
of a thousand crystal panes
in the palace of Shangri-La.
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