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Waste WasteWaste by ~missunderstood01
Pillars of light surround,
a sacred body sweet,
colours bright and bursting forth,
play the curves of hopes and dreams.
Here in the shattered darkness,
a sadness once contained,
reaches out to the pale death figure,
and wraps around her cries.
Shimmering warmth plays off the flowers,
a happiness never before known,
sweep her from her watery bed,
and keep her to the skies.
Tortured soul in angry helplessness,
run from no one, run from all,
shedding the black blood from her heart,
play the curves of hopes and dreams.
Lost somewhere in between,
one side shadows another,
and when they collide, and the face shat
Hey Beautiful Hey BeautifulHey Beautiful by ~missunderstood01
Silver shivers as it envelopes
a quiet danger unseen,
not soft is it's touch,
nor is the rasp of the wind's voice
as it wakes from hours of dream-filled sleep.
It covers mountain and prairie,
ice and Earth,
sweeping forward with the uneasy feeling,
leaving mind and body in a complete deadlock with itself,
and the trees all but bend to it's will.
Haunting, haunting, forever hopeful,
frozen are the hearts through which it passes,
and all but one thought remains unclear...
Hey beautiful.
fear shakes the very earth within it's soul.
Darkness, cold and lifeless from this presence,
don't shy away from unseen f
Weave WeaveWeave by ~missunderstood01
Lost in an endless image,
a complex state of mind,
but through and through,
I shape my life to please you.
Countless hours of undying hate,
and many more of love,
on the rebound to a better day,
when you fall, there's no one to catch you.
Move a mountain and shape your dreams,
but do not ask of me, something I cannot be,
to live in lies, is to live like you've died,
you cannot hide what your heart tells you.
Do not shut people out,
do not pain them with your grief,
you will never know who you push away,
until it is too late to realize it.
Torn between dreams and reality,
and everlasting battle of confinement,
Sta.sh
x.x;
anywayyyyy welcome here, it is nice to see another poet
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