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verdant worlds exist
behind the raindrops of her soul
by lightwing
2 lines, 3 comments,
on Oct 12 4:10 AM
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Her verdant world exists behind the raindrops
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Thought contorted, twisting
grasping at frail ideas of change
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Frail ideals of change died In their moment of conception,
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Frail ideals of change died
In the moment of their conception
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Summer rested, bare
Upon well baked fields
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Summer rested, bare
Upon the well baked fields
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Her brilliance shone
in quick witted repartee
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By the side of the creek
Lives a little man
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Bindings of silk
Constrain this form
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A siren's scream Disturbed night's decay
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When I walked with turmoil along paths of thought
I seized an identity dwelling there
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thoughts flow on life's breath
perception found in focus
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War ripped life's fabric torn eyes bleed disillusion
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Wandering in the landscape of the mind I found a small piece of coal
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Falling through night sky Tumbling in dark spaces left by summer stars
by lightwing
8 lines, 2 comments,
on Dec 16 5:27 AM 2008. In Life
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Wooden boards shifted in time with the slow creak
by lightwing
57 lines, 3 comments,
on Dec 11 2:09 AM 2008. In Life
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Dying in the turning of a corner
The main street noise
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the unwashed smell lay heavy like smog
shrouding rows of old men
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Wrapped in music, thoughts
Unbound by orchestrated notes
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Head pressed against the rocky road Fingers clawed scattering stones
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No more tricks to play.
The old suitcase from home
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Kaleidoscopic faces stare
Glare at this nonchalant intruder
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Cardboard Mask
A smile held tightly
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a dewdrop on silk
flowers in dawns
by lightwing
7 lines, 5 comments,
on Oct 30 6:05 AM 2007. In Life
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upturned
into falling tears
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the shining lights eat my dreams
they whisper inside my brain
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The waitress blew soft smoke
A limp cigarette dangling
by lightwing
98 lines, 1 comment,
on Sep 22 8:57 AM 2007
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With guilt it binds
tight family ties
by lightwing
65 lines,
on Sep 16 8:49 AM 2007
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So softly I fall into you A dream of grass in pencil green
by lightwing
21 lines, 4 comments,
on Mar 16 5:23 AM 2007
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Sight was lost in the war of life
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I walked beneath the moon On that quiet night
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I rest the cool blade upon my parched
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