| A lost cause, I believe in Forever, however, it seems that no one else is with me on this, lol |


The TrunkSitting on the bed I can see out of the window. The silence seems misplaced as the cars slush slowly through the snow. I hate double glazing, it confuses me, I cant hear. I quickly turn and scan my room. The oak is undisturbed, it doesnt move. The white reflects all around, shining in through the window and merging with the white in here. I like the glossy floor. If I look down at the floor I can see the shadows, thats how I know I live.The Trunk
Im waiting quietly hoping sleep will come soon. The soft of the sheets feel cool and clean and rub my chin as I pull them tight around myself. I curve my spine and p


All of these things I'd doI want to lift a raindrop off a leaf and place it in your palm To take the shine from the moon and place it in your bedroom I want to change the cold wind to a warm gentle breeze To calm the ocean wavesAll of these things I'd do
Kill off all the bee's
I want to show you the angel that bought you to me To shake the sky and catch you a star I want to move the dessert into your garden to build you a kingdom Can I catch you a unicorn? please just let me


SomethingSomething is MissingSomething
Something is Wrong
Something is Frozen
Something is Lost
Something is Stolen
Something is Forgotten
Something is Hiding
Something is Dark
Something is Lying
Something is Gone
Something is Broken
Something is Sad
Something is Empty
Tired
Cold
Lonely
Something in the Shadows stands.........


Reflection.fuck. next to the haunted lake with mirror-ocean eyes, muttering as it watches our whispers, hears our stifled cries in the dark.Reflection.
We know.
Morning comes with a weak peering sun, hesitant fingers brushing the edges of the sky. I sit
with my legs in the water, watching you pack your bags and drive on home, rattling by in your cherry red car that shatters
the blue miasma hanging like a ghost across the lake, a fog that rolls across the reeds. Ripples stream away from my knees.
I write letters in the air to my lover back home in


you're my favourite parasite.don't break our forever-love.you're my favourite parasite.
it's been floating about in our arms for decades now, and i don't want to let it go. this numbness is comforting,
and so are the grey arms you call Yours, even though they are no longer yours but ours
in the widest possible sense of the word, because to say we are one person is to say that we are our everything, and that
the dog is actually the flea.


She Carries With HerShe carries the place where oceans become waterfalls at the end of the worldShe Carries With Her
Where the endless blue ends
Where I stood on rocky bluffs and watched the ships get lost amongst the yellow and white and blue bands that get caught in the water like the sun has fallen to Earth and broken apart into a billion sunsets
Where ancient seafarers left their dreams in the pages of scripture and searched for the place where the light of the hanger's wisdom could not reach, and they found that the ocean was still ablaze and the hill tops called
She carries this in her eyes
The gifts still to co


suicide-who-livesWatch the world walk past from your window today and try not to fall.suicide-who-lives
I think I did that once. And I did fall, a trip, a accidental stumble, whatever you call it. a shit─splat on the concrete pavement.
They just walked around me. But I ended up someone else hurrying down the street where I'd just died, loosening my shirt collar and wondering what time I'd have to get home before my wife would know I was cheating.
I don't think there was any door, or white light, or judgement. But maybe I got confused. Death does that to you. &
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It isn't real is it?
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I write my own poems and quotes.
*Seeing is not believing, and those who do not understand run from the inconvenient truth.*
I like your gallery
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It isn't real is it?
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I write my own poems and quotes.
*Seeing is not believing, and those who do not understand run from the inconvenient truth.*
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"A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world"
-Oscar Wilde
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i knew you were dead when you opened your eyes.
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It isn't real is it?
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i really like your writing too, you have an interestling style
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