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LostDrowning in the sea of rainbow light above, a lonely ball of cotton wool floated by. The sky sung with a cacophony of colour, raging and merging, as it painted its beauty across its viewers dilated pupils. As fluid as the waves that rippled against my bare toes, the colours in the evening sky poured into one and other.Lost
This is life in technicolour...
The lake sparkled, as if it hid a thousand diamonds underneath its skin. It invited you in, to unearth its deepest secrets. The breeze tore its glassy surface; tearing slippery silver strips out of its perfect glossy finish. Making it even more perfect than before.
by ~gracefully-tragic
-Midnighther ivory skin, illuminated; the frozen, lonely sky. to join the silver moon who was tip toe-ing slowly by.-Midnight
Laughing (silently) at the curling tendrils of breath she left behind she danced around; so carefully so nobody would mind.
She found magic in the darkness and smiles within the sleep
she longed to be so peaceful
to dream a dream so deep.
Her footsteps cracked the frosting; lining rooftops, bare. her facade broke. The emptiness. was more than she could bear.
And then she saw, the eyes inquisitive and brown
by ~gracefully-tragic
You were beautiful...you were beautiful yesterday.You were beautiful...
you were beautiful when you were outside.
you were beautiful when you were in the sunshine and there was dirt on your hands and you were frowning.
when you were asking, begging, the flowers outside to grow, grow please,
when you were sick of everything under your care dying,
when you wanted something to make it,
when you wanted to feel like you did something right.
.
but it's night time now, and you are beautiful.
and you are gone.
and the flowers are going to have to learn to
by ~gracefully-tragic
MidnightIts midnight and the clocks are chiming (in the almost silence) Its midnight and the sky feels like rain (in the pitch black darkness) But somewhere in the wilderness Some girl is dancing, laughing, smiling But its never going to turn out to be me. . (But the rain upon my headMidnight
Is drowning all my thoughts And killing all my hope as it goes.)
. Its midnight and our hearts are cold (they’ve been sleeping) Its midnight and our hearts are curled (without a smile to breathe) But sometime in the night Some storm is brewing, heaving, breathing Its never g
by ~gracefully-tragic
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Inner beauty."I'm ugly."Inner beauty.
Not so much an inquiry as a statement,
she stands tall and strong in her lowly opinion of what her mouth blurts, her fingers touch, and her forhead furrows.
"I'm imperfect."
The truth.
I'll put the lock where the key can't fit and tranquilize the lies down to dumbing.
Facilitate a good compliment, overbearing with pretty words,
and the inner beauty will pour out of us all like flowing karma.
by ~Narenohate
Only Her Her hair is silky Brown with blonde streaks That run through it like bursts of light It looks good regardless of circumstances Be it hats worn, winds blowing or water swam in. She has thin black glasses Which frame her face. She is always smiling And her bright blue eyes pierce everything Strikingly beautiful, like her.Only Her
She dresses how she pleases And never wears a style twice a week. The pain
by ~Doctor-Jaevel
We Survived, Now What? I'm not particularly sure why I'm here. I mean, I'm not confused why I'm a soldier. I chose to be. I'm not confused why I'm fighting this enemy either, they're plainly evil in my eyes. I just can't wrap my head around how this all began.We Survived, Now What?
To the best of my recollection, this is how it happened:
The year was 2015. World War III seemed inevitable. Iran's nuclear capabilities were becoming stronger, Russia had betrayed several pacts it had signed in the UN by moving into neighboring regions, the United States was suffering from a "Civil War II" movement with Southerne
by ~Doctor-Jaevel
Gypsies.It gets dark out here And I’m forced to dream alone With the darkness in fear And the howling to feel like home.Gypsies.
The desert stars get lost, so high It takes longer just to get down With the fire in our eyes And our bare feet in the ground.
With the sweet smell of fire Dancing before too long Smiles, tricksters, and liars And they sang me a song,
“Walking naked through sand And clothed in the water Lost in the heat I try to find my way home The thought hangs around my neck And drags me down like a burden. B
by ~Narenohate
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