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She opened her mouth an all of a sudden her beauty vanished.

Disintegrated, acid melting away it's fair surface. Completely gone.

(She was obviously possessed, I could not imagine.)

Someone's heart lay, cast away, bound, chained and weeping

stolen from it's home, left to die on a lonely island.

Such words, spitting from the soft perfect lips.

This could only be the cause.

they Refused to change, wore their scars like their

hearts on their sleeves: proudly.

Rougher. Never apologetic.

There was a pecking order of admiration. Everyone knew it.

Give me a task! Put me to fixing all your problems,

blame me when everything goes wrong (again.)

Hands. ink fading, covering, questions. (MORE)

never had he seen sweeter hands,

trembled so at their touch to his own cold hands

covered in veins and ink and rough and soft.

imprinted.

His.

Monday: Burial Of Creativity

Day2Day.

Does not matter what I say, time passes the same way as yesterday.

Slowly. Rapid. Dragging. Rushing.

Appearing the same, I am merely a shell.

Writing.

Today's notes fade in time for tomorrow's.

It's gradually killing me.

Understanding is also accepting that there will always be hate. You cannot

expect to change others.

And yet. They try.

Pulling from both directions they cannot help but claim. I know. I know.

I don't want to.

something else (once called raining, not sure why)

wordfalls
like waterfalls
cascade

at a least expected
moment
making
me
wish for a rainbow

always a miracle
if you know

so much
to learn
about
so much

can we study
what we want to
deciding our use of time

where are the PIC's
to tell of this new
development?

imagine
and fly
over the rainbow
under the moon

gliding
through the rainbows

learning with the wind
all about
everything
else

always

is there always
some other place
to captivate
somewhere, if you
imagine you
there
has more love
better tea
and biscuits
with a main ingredient
of its not at all
where you just were
or
are
now

No Need For Umbrellas

I was told that I should be like water. That flowing with the ebbs and tides was the only way to survive this world. I tried, but no matter what I did, science confined me and I could not be anything but solid. This rain makes me want to lie down in the street, arms and legs spread and let it soak over my body. Maybe the rain won't care. Maybe as the water washes down the street and away, it will take me with it. Away.

what is

what is it about

fears infiltrate
every perspective

so we forget
the wonder
and beauty
of all

standing

standing
in opposition

magnets
not attracting

fears
in wolves
clothing

sheeps
not knowing

tangled up
in all that's
wrong
(for you)

only the
heart
knows

hear
comes
the fear

not knowing
what it knows

you may shrink
on a bad day
for courage

wating for
another day

to put it away