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Nothing is forsakenA place of silence and blowing wind
Where no voice can overtake you
where the wind would hardly shake you.
As the fields gently weep back and forth
Until into the hills they flee
forever residing in a state of tranquility.
Gold adorned mountains
with golden leaves and bushes
Where no sound ever gushes.
Between crescent moons and silver rain
Under their garments taken
Nothing is -- truly forsaken.
CeasedMy heart would always beat for you
Sadly enough -- today it stopped.
In your head it might still echo
But in reality it does not.
As if you would forget me
When the sound ceased to exist.
I will always be a memory
That lingers like a cyst.
HurricaneHave you ever seen a hurricane
That gives it all a twist
Turns your life upside down
And bashes you with its fists
BlankYou've kept me busy many a night
Trying to decipher, trying to write
What it is that truly makes me ponder.
Yet all I see is a blank page
Staring right back at me.
I wonder if words will ever be written
If ink could ever stain this virgin sheet
Or will it just keep staring back
Gnawing away my sanity.
Toxic DefeatIn this barren wasteland
Where air retains its toxicity
Where no lungs dare breathe
No heart dares beat.
Ever since your depart
This once blossoming paradise
Turned from refreshingly sweet
To our toxic defeat.
When colours dissipateA world where colours dissipate
From vibrant red to just a shade,
Where words are but a memory
Of a long forgotten history,
As thoughts collide and congregate
Nothing conjured that's worth to state.
For after an eternity
Life deprived it's colours from me;
For a colour no matter how great
Eventually becomes -- nothing but a shade.
27He had 27 bones
in his left hand, all under a thick netting
of coral reef. He had 27 bones in his right hand too, each perfectly preserved.
Both hands held their breath
as he approached stage exit.
Hit every bar, tour every state.
A river runs interstate through Texas.
Small yellow lines jump straight through it.
Take the US-27 from Fort Wayne to Miami. A second doesn’t make it
to his destination.
Cobalt. Aluminum. A third was found dead, drowned in his pool,
an empty shot glass floating beside him.
Cobalt weighed down his shoulders. Alumi
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