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And so the end falls gently upon the soft floor,

Foam from the last waves of life sinks slowly away,

Dark sands disperse and times falling grains dismiss,

No longer that meaning there, the passing complete.

Slow ebbs the breeze of eternal breath,

Always seemed too long to hope,

Forever lasted less than life,

Eternity now can pass away.

 

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Broken sky

That one place that was ever blue,

Colours of the gentle eyes of a godess,

Waking a spiral of storms

With in the heart of one so cold.

I broke that sky,

Soaring wings beating the flames

Scorching the colours from my life,

So black orbs filled my eyes,

And embers tinted in red ash,

Burned the dreams from the sky.

 

Broken sky,

Better never to see it again

Least in the dream I seek,

I choose to remain and die.

 

No colours,

No dreams,

Just barren ash,

And thermal streams,

Wake my soul

When it burns away,

When I forget,

Why I wished

So long, so deep,

To stay.

 

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I stared upon the small vial of green,

How long it floated within my palm,

Contents swirling and vividly unseen.

Spilling smoking spiral of fumes,

Into the trapped air within,

Fading plumes of despair,

Mingling in pain of a severed heart,

So I stare, decisions twist and play,

Tomorrow may come to stay,

But soulless I fade away,

This green now my dream,

Fairy for the angel’s pairing,

Dripping the blood of sharing,

Broken dreams need no repairing,

And green again my soul’s decay,

Ever more to the darkness

All else fades away.

 

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A murder of ravens, quite aptly named

Voices cawing the harsh memories shamed.

Screaming of the victim soon fades,

Scrape of soil on the burial spades,

Then they all fade to the skies,

Moving to the next timely demise,

Of things that seemed

But should never have been,

And yet one stays here,

Watching, waiting,

Ever near,

Like an angel of death reborn,

Lurking in lonely raven form.

 

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Posted

Where have you gone my blue eyed love?

A line of a song corrupted in thought,

Dylan was a true poet, many a line of his

Echoes gently in my soul.

How many times can I relive this moment?

Looking at each falling tear that

Years of training them not to fall,

Flooded out upon my soul,

So easily at your turning away.

So I lose myself to sorrow,

Lost in the one place I cannot escape

Lost to that dark world, without you.

 

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There was a time once,

Where the wild things played in my heart

Wakening the dreams of youth and joy,

Playing mayhem upon my heart and soul,

 

There once was a time,

How all stories start, unraveling their plot,

Breaking the moral out in the end,

Beginning the lessons again.

 

There once was a time,

Long, so long ago, when I lived,

Awake and alive upon the air I breathe,

And now all there is, is the words I weave.

 

There once was a time,

Dreams meant something then,

Two rooms joined by doorways between,

I walked the windowed walls to you.

 

There once was a time,

In my heart and mind, all things,

Stood beside us, combined, complete,

All beside me now is dust and shards.

 

There once was a time

No longer now, no longer this path,

Lost to the world of times past,

Memories, just a story of what may have been.

 

There once was a time,

Just a time long ago...

 

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