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Writers Block
For one split second, it's like everything's right there, and I can see everything just the way it is. But then it's like waking up from a dream and everything slips away, and the memory's come back. But when I can see everything, and my heart and mind click and fit together, it's like looking at the most beautiful sunset, or watching a hawk fly or maybe just looking out over a snow covered lawn. It's diving into the ocean to see all the colorful fish and the great reefs. It's like flying, everywhere. And you can see it all, but then you wake up. Then it's gone. But not really because it's all still there. In your heart and mind, just out of sync, waiting to come back. Waiting for that click.
By Anna Palmer8 years ago in Poets
You and I Moon and Sky
The light of the moon. The shine of the stars. I see you are running, so I will open my arms. Run into me, run into my warmth. Your secrets are safe, my promise I've sworn. I can't tell what is real, what is fake anymore. As your tears hit your cheek then my heart hits the floor. If you're broken I'm shattered, if you're shattered I'm sand. If your falling I'm standing, I will reach out my hand. I may not catch you, for my grasp is to slow. Well then we'll just fall together cause I will never let go...
By Jennifer Lynn8 years ago in Poets
End Day
All the lies you have been feeding me are unsettling in my stomach. You are not who you say you are. You are not even half of that. You speak in untruths. You make me doubt myself. We are not one like the oneness you speak of so oftenly. We are not of the same fire. We were not forged in the same flame. You seek to deceive cause your never satisfied. I said I would do anything for you, but still no loyalty. I only asked this one thing of you, but you could not. Now all we had is over we will never speak no more. So I'll have a drink then two then three then I'm bound for the floor. Which is where I would rather sleep. You to me will always be nothing but a whore. So take your things, and take mine. I will be able to get a chance to find my piece of mind. After I fill my lungs with smoke I start to unwind. Today's the day we end this charade. I am not blind.
By john noakes8 years ago in Poets
