beachbum
Who will it be? How long will it last? I always ask these questions. Left alone in the dark? Brought to the light? Will I be alone even with him? Will I really be complete. Will the cup become empty after time? What will it become?
I wish I could relate to people. Sometimes I just want to be able to understand what they truly mean. The empty words that say, "I understand how you feel..." just doesn't cut it. To truly feel what they feel. Yet perhaps that is too much relateing. How would I be able to help people going through pain if I feel their pain. . . Sometimes ignorance helps others to forget.
Slouch sitting on a couch.
I tried not to be a grouch.
Tiredness can slap
When people don't let you take a nap.
So I decided to huddle
In my blanket where I snuggled.
THE END.
It seasons everything, it is good to mix with honey for singing. Pepper is a very shocking thing to taste with watermelon. Pepper can be one of the most liked or hated seasons.
It soaks up all that is around it. It's in a deep sea of both positive and negative things. It simply soaks up it all, so who's to say what kind of person I am?
down avenue. I see hanging flowers tumbling down the telephone pole. I see the old brick buildings. I'm stepping back in time. Everything is in a state of peaceful overgrowth. The sun beams down from below upon my gold head and I know it's all okay.
I walk through an old ancient medow. Full of old armour and medieval wars scattered across the field. Mist makes it hard to see. I stub my toe on an empty echoing breastplate. There is nothing left. Just empty armor. Empty fields. Empty mist.
Tear, old rubble buildings underneath a grey block of sky. Worn windows crashed to the ground long ago. Destruction of time long ago. And yet time is no limit. Time is destruction.
Orange flaming lava pushing against the air. Pushing me back. See the burbling lava use force and matter against space. Force... angry flaming force.
The sea. I reach above me for the rippling but plain view of being saved. But my hand is too short. I'm only four. My lungs fill with burning water, but finally I just float. There is nothing below me or above. No pain... just sinking. Suddenly a hand plunges down, I grab it.
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