A Lashing

My mind was fuzzy

as I felt my body numbing,

aching,

screaming for relief

from the eternal lashing.

 

Refusing to recuperate,

denying a calm living,

clawing,

attacking my thoughts

though lashing at me…

 

Slowly, the pain rises

reaching a peak

flooding,

washing over me,

as my body fades away.

 

Drifting away,

detached from myself,

unwilling,

the lashing continues,

for my mind is not at ease…

 

Turmoil ensues,

haunted by dreams,

restless,

prayed on in the dark,

silenced by my body…

 

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Silver Rain

The clouds are storming again today.
Thought nothing would get in my way.
A bit too late to realize
That what I found, was a new life
From the ground we arise
And live our our li-li, And live our lives.

Oh oh-oh ooh

Left in this storms, awakening
This silver rain, for the taking.
Just gonna go and live my life,
No worries now, cause its alright.
Just live my li-li, just live my life,
My final ni-i, my final night.

Oh oh oh ooh

As the silver rain,
Comes falling down
A dream remains
In this town
For us to share
Its our lives
Like silver rain
Just once in our lives
For certain(certain, certain)

Its our lives,
Like silver rain
No black or white
No pain
Cause its out lives.
(Cause its our lives)

Songs

Simple words kept in time
Flowing in rhyme.
Such to make them beautiful.

Songs hold the key
To what you

and your heart want to see.

Everyone has a favorite
One that just fits them right.

Whether its a simple 1,2
Or one for flamingo.

Songs carry our emotions
Filling our hearts like oceans.

Yes this is true,
A simple song
Has the greatest impact on you.

Distant Winds

A whistling breeze
Chills the skin in the cold of night,
As they gather from distant lands
And caress your skin.

So gentle
As to keep you entranced
As the starry night sky
Shimmers above you.

Softly the leaves rustle again
Startling the hooting owl
As a chill runs down your spine
As the icy breeze blows again.

Distant winds
Gathered at your feet.
Cold yet sweet,
As a sweet good nights kiss.

Restless Nights

749 spots

749 spots i have counted 

On the walls in my room,

Staring into the dim 

Moon lit room.
My mind is stirred

And my vision at times blurred

And yet sleep evades me.
I toss and turn

Starboard and Stern

And yet no dreams occur.
163 lines

163 lines I have counted

In the grain of my ceiling

Some big

 and some small

Yet I can’t fall,

Into a deep sleep.

These restless nights,

May turn my plights

Into my inner fights

Distanced Days

Who knew

That so few 

Moments could feel

Evervescent and outstretched

That it could have you will

That TIME…
For all that we know

Could stop.

So that it could last

But last it won’t

…Time does not

Shift for men

And the heart may stop

Time for that moment

May last a lifetime

And when without

Whether the heart wants

Or not

Time distances itself

And mere minutes may become days

And days could become seconds.

Hi everyone, so I guess we all know this feeling. Where time seems not what it may be. I know my writing style is at times hard to follow, but it my style. I wish to dedicate this to my partner in crime, my opposite, the half that completes me. 

I know it is cheesy, but again, thats me.


To all who read, I say thank you. 

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Glass Bodies

Like glass

You seen before me

Clear and easy to understand

Yet fragile and breakable

And yet you seem so strong

But you are fragile inside

With crystal clear vision

And yet you can be alluring

Like a mosaic frame

Or a catholic church window.

You shed light on many during the brightest days

And yet you provide no light to those in the darkest of nights.

You seem cold and harsh,

Yet you can shield many from brutal winds.

With a body of glass, 

Not just yours,

But mine as well.

We are different bodies,

Yet we are made the same.

Our bodies of glass

Only change with our purpose,

We have a purpose and yet it can be alot, or it can be few.

But think of what our glass bodies can do.