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The rain came again today,
Whistling its sprightly tune;
Running gentle fingertips
Through the cracked soil.
Silver strands
That link Earth and Sky
Shatter the walls between the two
The booms, louder than war-drums.
Whistling its sprightly tune;
Running gentle fingertips
Through the cracked soil.
Silver strands
That link Earth and Sky
Shatter the walls between the two
The booms, louder than war-drums.
Literature
An Ode to the Place in my Dream
An island in the mist
Old and forgotten
A cliff side beaten by the sea
Waves crash against its sides far below
Atop the cliff a tree
Seemingly dead
But oh so stubbornly living
Its fellows long dead
Their children abandoning the cliff
But not this tree
It refuses to leave
It never blossoms and is always bare
But it lives there
On the cliff beaten by the sea
On this island in the mist
Literature
What Are You Doing Here?
Accept that the world is dying
Accept that you only exist for the benefit of others
Accept that you will never know happiness
Accept that you will always be alone
Accept that you will always want more
Accept that you will never deserve more
Accept that you will never be good enough
Accept that those you love will leave you
Accept
Accept
Accept
That you are an inconsequential speck of dust
In a vast and unending universe
And if you don't shape your own meaning
In your fragile finite life
Then what the fuck are you even doing here?
Literature
Dream Invasion
In the dead of night the culprit stole;
Into your dream to take you whole,
Lacing thoughts with such blight;
Stealing your heart for its own delight.
Within your head it creeps and lurks;
Placed by terror and dark’s deep quirks,
Cold and sharp behind your eyes;
Pouring up in incriminating cries.
The blank of white streams in tears;
Forcing out your primal fears,
Twisted into targeted hate;
It strips you of your chosen fate.
Now you are but to paint the lines;
A story to tell of her crimes,
Prose written in desperate plea;
Unable to hide, unable to flee.
Forever stuck in the cold tide;
A surge which you are forced to ride,
It was but
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They speak of tornadoes in my area today, along with several showers and fierce winds.
I am unafraid, steadfast.
I am unafraid, steadfast.
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