HopeA firefly that leads into a dim dell That wanes and blows in the night. Geyser of glee at the sight Of what really a pearl-less shell. Drawn by some mountain-top beam , A merry march to some holy land, Like a salmon up a stream To be snatched by a human hand.Hope
FlowersPale stems, Nodding flowers in a happy plain, Hopping for the sun, Plucked By gloved hands. To be soaked with chemicals To make a bouquet Wrapped in plastic.Flowers
MountainThe mountain in the sky That towers towards the moon sublime Is a mound made of The corpses of those who tried to climb.Mountain
TwilightThis is the sunset for our hope, No more the warmth and the beams. Blown away the smoke of the dope That was our bliss, our dreams. This is the sunset for our hope, No more be in the shadow of shadows Or picking up the wasted tomorrows. In this new darkness we cease to grope.Twilight
Wonderful work.
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Who? Me?
Yes I know.
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Hear lit tweet here
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Caffeine dried my lips
Idiots dried my humour
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~church bells sing to me, again. broken hours bleed, again.~
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"No," I said saidinly. With my voice.
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'A burnt child loves fire' - Oscar Wilde
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