She looks into air, herself falling rain Dripping coldness past, memories old pain.
Drops fall, the puddling her damp water-life. Spiraling a mirror, self-lonely strife.
A sigh, one frown, crying soft saddened tears. Storms of remember - through bleak yesteryear. Clouds a-whorl, dark sky sheltering fair heart. But how can she joy, while taking no part? Cov'ring cold soul, corona of defense. Defying the s**b of her fate's intents.
This is madness, she thinks in plaintive cry. I'm here, on the cusp, of lay down and die. What my destiny, but an empty-off dream? A plaything with which gods and angels scheme. Am I doomed then to live, time never-free? Subsumed wholly 'neath life's scattered debris? Is justice, outside this torrential doubt? Perhaps more than sorrow, painful fall-out?
Is love, perhaps, just a sliver of sun? Shining through mists, revealing Avalon? Personal paradise, which I can own, Evoking happiness, hither unknown?
She raises from streets of lonely no more. Light slicing through darkness, hopes washed ashore. Her withered gait now straightening with pride. She glides like an angel 'cross future's tide. Belief in life renewed, no, only found. Footsteps echoing, a cadence of sound.
Caressing the ground, sing the beat of her heart. Into the sun seeking love's brand new start.
3 May 2013, 15:04
Um dng gr8!!
Hw abt uh?
And is there anything special by the way?
28 April 2013, 12:00
Have A Pleasant Weekend
28 January 2013, 17:10
And thanks for the indian style
Btw what do u do ?
16 December 2012, 02:33
So,u're shane?
8 October 2012, 19:06
21 September 2012, 07:02
15 September 2012, 03:49
by Christopher
She looks into air, herself falling rain
Dripping coldness past, memories old pain.
Drops fall, the puddling her damp water-life.
Spiraling a mirror, self-lonely strife.
A sigh, one frown, crying soft saddened tears.
Storms of remember - through bleak yesteryear.
Clouds a-whorl, dark sky sheltering fair heart.
But how can she joy, while taking no part?
Cov'ring cold soul, corona of defense.
Defying the s**b of her fate's intents.
This is madness, she thinks in plaintive cry.
I'm here, on the cusp, of lay down and die.
What my destiny, but an empty-off dream?
A plaything with which gods and angels scheme.
Am I doomed then to live, time never-free?
Subsumed wholly 'neath life's scattered debris?
Is justice, outside this torrential doubt?
Perhaps more than sorrow, painful fall-out?
Is love, perhaps, just a sliver of sun?
Shining through mists, revealing Avalon?
Personal paradise, which I can own,
Evoking happiness, hither unknown?
She raises from streets of lonely no more.
Light slicing through darkness, hopes washed ashore.
Her withered gait now straightening with pride.
She glides like an angel 'cross future's tide.
Belief in life renewed, no, only found.
Footsteps echoing, a cadence of sound.
Caressing the ground, sing the beat of her heart.
Into the sun seeking love's brand new start.
Wish You A Good Day And A Great Weekend Too
4 September 2012, 22:04
3 September 2012, 08:19
a life. A timely word may level stress. But a loving word may
heal and bless.
hello
31 May 2012, 15:12
Plz
5 November 2011, 04:02
1 September 2011, 08:29