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They lay deep in the ground Not making even a sound The two love with unchanging hearts Emotions frozen in place Solid as stone Sometimes, if you walk past that stone, you may hear echoes of soft, now dry, cracking lips, followed by used up voices carried in the wind. One could say they're at peace Others may say they were tragically ceased With complacent hollows, they stare into echother's eyes Forever reading into the other's truths and lies Sometimes, if you walk past that stone, you may hear with another's ears or feel anothers pulsing, now parched fingers in your own, carried by the wind. Some might say it's perfect love Something s

      There once was a daisy, so grand and tall, her healthy green figure stood against the wind, holding up her golder face, lit with golden eyes, always full of curiousity and surprise. Her lovely face was adorned with a wreath of creamy, snow colored petals. Each morning, after a long coal black night, her petals would open up to reveal her radiant face back to the knoweledge the smiling sun poured upon her each day. This dear Daisy, was once just a tiny pebble too.      The wind and rain were her birth. She was hidden in the deep until the earth was prepared for her presense. She waited far into the unseen, for so long. Finally, the day

My Dear Children, Before the cold came we ran, we danced, in synchronized motion, The motion pulsed the earth around. Before it all began, before it all came, before we all knew. Now you stand frozen in the black, frost on your faces, recovering from the violent attack, one of our own, one inflicted on our home. We were all alive, nothing you have ever known. There was a bond, and unbreakable bind, or so we thought, before we were all bought. IT couldn't run dry, it just wasn't right. This pulse, so massive, it shook the mountains, so immense, it shook us from our flesh. We rose up from it. Yes, my children, IT. IT which once existed. Y

The sound, IT's never enough, IT's never here, IT's always inside, directly behind, almost outside. IT stared in the deep of the night sky, behind the stars, in the unseen, it flew out, erupted, fluttering motion, ceaseless sound. IT blew from the depths, like million birds set free, like prisoners' chains melted, shattered, too far to be seen, too far below to be sure, too far to know. IT descended down, with the grace of a dance, IT didn't fall, IT pranced. surreal floating, surrounded by time, but timeless. Completely sporadic and spontaneous, but somehow the definition of serenity. IT slowly rose, not with reluctance, but nostalgia. Y

Is this what it was created to be? You and me, always stuck in these dreams? Your flesh left, but somehow you're still here. Each night, I close my eyes, and you're the only thing that's there. I see skinless monsters, Dancing shadows, Beating hearts, Bleeding chests, Racing meadows, Creatures chasing, Innocent minds, Screaming eyes, Thoughts of divine, A fetus dies, A child cries, Ghosts haunting, Society flaunting, Disturbed sighs, Guys get high, Tic-tac-toe, On your skin, Birds take flight, Lifeless bones, Clacking sounds, Meloncholia, Battered in sin, Memories in flames, Images flashing from within, Nightmares reserved, A wandering hand,

She strolled through her days, oblivious to all, only waiting for a brave soul, to pull the trigger to her fall. She had given up on herself and began striving for wealth. Her soul was intact, but she tried to ignore the fact. She ran and she ran, away from from herself, with salt and rain she delt. The whole way along always running toward death, trying to escape life, choking on her own breath. The ghosts of her mind followed her onward. She would drown in salt and rain, only for a while at best. She pushed onward, she propelled her body ahead, her feet slid upon the earth, from day light she fled. This is what happened while her min

There was a time, when the ocean was deep. it's waters flowed and onto the shore they seeped. There was an abundance of blue, crashing waves who had no reluctance of what was great. They loved what was natural and were not frightened by what was right. they were far above the floor and almost to the sky. For years and years, the ocean reigned. so deep and blue it became. The ocean floor was also there too. He was made up of gruesome rocks and sand that blew. He was not nearly as great to see, and hid under the sea, who was so beautiful with glee. The floor, so far below, became weary from being so low. His intentions were only to infli

All I want is a beautiful mind. not one concerned with beauty in garments or jewels, but one of beauty in ashes and spirit. A mind not concerned with church bells or choirs, but one of realness and hell. A mind not concerned with the cleanest cut grass or the best trimmed trees, but the wildest fields with the daintiest posies. A mind not concerned with the richest or fools, but of the most gentle and pleading, not all those filthy ghouls. A mind with ceaseless thoughts, nonsense, at an untamed cost. A mind that spins and spins, like a glee filled child on the top of a hill. A mind that will think and think, without the help of any of th

He was brought from the dust, born into the light. He sang with the sun by day and danced with the stars by night. The world was in his sight. He dreamed with the clouds and thought beyond the sky. His feet were on the ground, but his held was up high. The world was in his hands and he would not let his time fly. As the earth continued to turn, he held onto his time, determined not to let it fly. As the the sun grew weary and fell each day, his hand did the same. After so many days of rising to fall, the sun gave up and so did the boy. The clouds, who were once his friends, took over the sky and there were no more places left for him to f