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Hollow Your windowed soulHollow by ~aspiringpoet
speaks leagues of numbered
tears as your heart beats beats beats,
and the tint of your eyes
shows the truth of your lies,
every time your half-crooked smile
hides the words that you speak speak speak.
Wild Sun, Here I Come I crave adventure,Wild Sun, Here I Come by ~aspiringpoet
like the birds crave the breeze.
I seek excitement,
like rampant waters running beneath my feet.
I wish to run,
where men do not run,
but wild animals do.
I wish to see from the sky,
or from deep in the rushing blue.
I ponder the rocks beneath my feet,
and the sails that cross the sea
and the trees that sway so free
and the birds that always sing.
I love the excitement,
and grandeur of its flow.
This world's own spirit tell's me
to go. So, I'll go,
And I'll swim,
And I'll run,
And I'll fly,
For the sake of adventure,
For the sake of life.
Something in the Water There must be something in the waterSomething in the Water by ~aspiringpoet
causing us to feel so light and free.
My mind got so much faster,
when I fin'ly learned to see.
The dark comes in and out,
while the silence recreates
the image of our broken world
torn down with so much hate.
I see you in the sunlight,
standing next to bright green grounds
of vibrant flowers and blooming trees
across from salty seas.
There must be something in the water
that caused the fish to eat.
We're walking tall and flying high,
and time is so discreet.
I swear I see that summer line
of longer, sunny days
that float on without pain or trial;
just past the month of Ma
Untitled Blankets of blankness sit staring blankly into thine eyes,Untitled by ~aspiringpoet
while piercing wails of silence cradle in lobes of flesh.
Seal'ed doors of unframed bricks sit idly, occluding the sight of thy mind.
All the while, focus evades the perilous thoughts that thresh.
Still, well-knowing that of thy key to openness,
which lieth still within thy breast,
must, perhaps, be lost at best,
in cold, dark lying emptiness.
Sta.sh
