Hallway to my soul. Leave me in your white lines. Your inked memories that stained the pages of my mind. Marry me with illusions of love. Sweet and pure. Let it stain and strain as i fall into an abssy of fleur.
.picture by my talented hubs @chaseroflight Yup its hanging in our hallway
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she is a natural beauty
brown hair, eyes.
Skin so ivory.
All she sees are
cracks and pores.
Impurities and flaws
wider than the gap between her speech.
Lies and those laid
beyond her and the secrets she keeps
Laying it down as it haunts her.
Oh she tries to sleep.
Her skin crawling with unknown identities.
They see the smile
their stepford grins
cherry pies and cream.
And longs to rip it apart
and let sink.
Don’t know what she might scheme
left to her own device
and without a single wink.
Loaded to go…
Photo via pin interest
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The no is 2.
and I’m down the hall to you.
I can’t leave you even if I wanted to.
on the arc of the door to you.
One step to reality and another to Oz. So are you the wizard?
I can’t deny
That it’s a mess
And yet it’s reality?
Can we fix ”tis house of cards
Do we let it burn?
and I’m under.
Can’t escape the weight of your love and wonder.
I want more.
I’m leaving reality again for
2 more hours,
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Just the sound of the fan turning
Cars running in a distance
Nights like this makes me dreamy
And I don’t really feel like falling asleep
Yet sandman draws me but not before I write this last piece.
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Be my muse?
Come in be my muse.
show me how you sparkle.
passionate in all
take my hand
Let me read the palms of your life.
See the fire and journeys in your eyes
A brilliant one
in the scripting hands
of your creator,
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Yeah you’re right.
You are 99.9% correct all the time .
And I’m wrong,
100% Tainted in my soul.
Is it a Sin if anger burns under your skin?
Would you ask to be forgiven if it was you instead in knee deep?
Yeah you’re right.
I could, should , must have done better.
I open and shut all the drawers of my miserable excuses only to be confronted by the horror of your disbelief.
Shall I run like I always do like a puss in the night?
Shall I stand brave and take it all ?
I shudder, gag I can’t swallow it all.
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I write in the night because my words speak clearer and smoother than they do in the light.
I write late while the world sleeps and the spark in my mind fires at top speed.
I write after dark because the voice that speaks to me whispers in harsh tones demanding to have weight.
I write because I need a platform to be heard when the last light of the day has dim and the star needs to be seen.
I write when I’m lonely, when I feel lost and depressed. They come like tumbling weed to my bellows bearing comfort or amusement.
I write when my muses makes me smile.
I grin like a silly fool and think of all sorts of fun things that we do.
I write for this moment in this space to leave behind a little something more than pictures. Perhaps this is a window to the mind of a wanderer never quite finding her footing on solid ground.
I write freely and can be anything and everything or nothing. And that’s fine, It’s my comfort zone.
I wrote to one day read this again and be happy that I’ve captured this moment and you have read what silly notions I’ve wrote.
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