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by =tetrarchangel
It Was Love... Is it caring to want to fall to see you rise again,It Was Love... by ~VoidParadigm
If my own rising was what caused you to fall so far?
(I know I shall never fall so far,
Never again touch the depths I exiled you to.)
Is it generous to want to give you back the stars,
When I stole the sun and moon from you so long ago?
(And keep them still.
I never mean to return them.)
Would it be gracious, to let you sip from my own silver cup?
To let you sit in this velvet chair?
To let you have a sight of this realm, from the other side of the bars?
Is it loving to want you to fall so that I may rise,
If it is only so that I may look after you better?
Home Is Wherever... the places I have called homeHome Is Wherever... by ~VoidParadigm
cannot be counted on four dozen
pairs of hands
I have
walked
flown
driven
floated
over more land and sea
than you shall ever see
I have been searching
and I am still searching
for something that was never there
I swear I don’t want to be here
again I’ll swear to leave
(in secret, I swear to want to stay)
so, take me to a new port
just set me on a new plane
I’m so tired of moving
but I’ll swear to hate to stay
a gasp, a grasp, a ghost pt.1 i'm sitting in my chair it's dark outside;a gasp, a grasp, a ghost pt.1 by ~spacesuitcatalyst
the shutters are all closed the windows are blo w n open
(ever since that night i never shut them)
there's a crack in my ceiling i wonder if it'll
spread
across my wall and through my floor at some point
making a circle
and cutting my room(&me) right in
t w o
there's a cut in my hand it never healed
it sits gaping open an oozing with
pus and blood and
ink
and the words you told me;
in that hotelroom, that night on the third floor with the
water pipes rusting and the old men screaming
out for revenge
like a jack-kn
To be determined "I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness,To be determined by ~NeverAlone2690
starving hysterical naked,"
Cast upon the cellular shores of the modern sea, bellowing
grievously for humanitarian aid,
trampled by the chattering entrepreneurs treading from the
aromatic portals of the machine driven, sleep
deprived addicts
whose caffeine and wall street endeavors are printed in
the cement of eternity, adding yet another
brick to the wall.
Who clutched the gates of literacy, dreary eyed and
plead dolefully for a entrance that has yet
to be built.
Who auctioned off their souls to marketed counterfeits
of EBay and urged commoners to follow suit
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