neglect turns to desire'the orange flowers that sit in front of the stone. the soft glances that burn the iris. the drop in weight as the body shifts beyond the minds comprehension.'
those moments of irrelevancy that lead to a quake.
let go.
scraps of memoriesjust another page in your book of life came & gone like the childhood strife unable to let go and see beyond twisted sunsets and dried up ponds the backwood rides and beats to match smoking cigarettes & silver thatch you always were a mystery dreaded hair, and lifes history thought I knew but soon realized it was shadows I idealized your smile and devious playsscraps of memories
twisted the others, in loves maze the grasp to hold was too weak tender eyes and soft physique tricked the spirit honestly faded quick desperately into dust the pictures turned scraps
lustcaught in the dream that wont go by the words spoken and what they imply its clouds and rain in the distant sky and the ship set sail with no supply stranded in this lost distrust the nails that burn from the incubus her voice that echos to the gloomy thrusts when will it stop, this angels lust? the wings are false and never just hallucinations that never rust i can only hope they will combust burn the devil and turn to dust then the dream will finally sieze the clouds will pass and calm the seas end the rain, cure the disease but not for long, it will rlust
the dead crypt trees-Im stuck in a place I cant understand One moment its smiles, the next its tears Things I’ve loved come and go And the rain seems to be all I know- -Music, the words Images, and color These things pass The love of another- -The faces, the smiles The confessions The trials- -The eyes that met The backs that go The hands that touched The emotions grow- -Years like sunsets Here then gone One moment its beauty Then darkness to dawn- -Crows that sing the last black song The dead crypt trees No longer strong- -Brthe dead crypt trees
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Carli
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