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My words like fleeting memories.
I talk so much about the words,
And where to find them,
I stay up late at night thinking over this,
Getting little sleep,
Feeling empty inside,
And I wonder how it got to this.
I see all the beauty around me,
Fleeting,
And soon replaced,
Like my memories.
How can I make sense of nonsense?
That's all it is.
Forrest Gump taught me,
Jenny, I don't know if Momma was right or if, if it's Lieutenant Dan. I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we're all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it's both. Maybe both is happening at the same time.
I'm looking for meaning in the possible meaningless,
We're all searching through the sands of time to find treasure,
And we bottle that sand and we shelve it.
We may look back at that sand and regard it as the treasure we need to find,
But we keep digging,
We keep looking for that treasure,
When it was in front of us this whole time.
Appreciate the little things in life,
That's what we're all forgetting.
I talk so much about the words,
And where to find them,
I stay up late at night thinking over this,
Getting little sleep,
Feeling empty inside,
And I wonder how it got to this.
I see all the beauty around me,
Fleeting,
And soon replaced,
Like my memories.
How can I make sense of nonsense?
That's all it is.
Forrest Gump taught me,
Jenny, I don't know if Momma was right or if, if it's Lieutenant Dan. I don't know if we each have a destiny, or if we're all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it's both. Maybe both is happening at the same time.
I'm looking for meaning in the possible meaningless,
We're all searching through the sands of time to find treasure,
And we bottle that sand and we shelve it.
We may look back at that sand and regard it as the treasure we need to find,
But we keep digging,
We keep looking for that treasure,
When it was in front of us this whole time.
Appreciate the little things in life,
That's what we're all forgetting.
Literature
just words
The truth is
I dont just miss you
I miss the person I am with you
I am different when you are here
I am different when you arent
Its not about being together
Or happily ever afters
Its about waking up and knowing
You are in my corner
There were a lot of truths in those last words
Tossing out that box of old hurts and regrets was necessary.
The problem is, there were other boxes
A friendship and trust that had developed
A bond that we didn't resurrect..but that we created and protected from everyone but ourselves
You are bigger than the puzzle piece
That fell out when you left
I am more than the sum of my parts
But Im not the answer I've b
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Home.
The night is pitch-black all around, save for the uncountable mass of stars winking benevolently at me from the tarp of deepest indigo that hangs overhead. Everything feels suspended in that momentthe stars, the crescent moon, the sparse, gray-black clouds, this little island called Earth, and even myself. It feels as if my feet don't even touch the ground.
I feel as if I'm falling into them, the stars. There are so many of them, filling my field of vision, that I am taken by a sudden bout of dizziness and fall back into the Earth's gentle embrace. In response she twirls me around playfully, pulling me into a slow-motion
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Sacreligion
Gone are the ribbons of prayer
Silent are the voices of consolation
Slack are the friendly faces
Dead eyes staring upwards
A grave miscarriage of justice
Wounds not yet healed before a jury
Enticed the magister's newborn fury
But who are we to judge?
Time's own prison, a captivation
Drew the blood from innocence, elation
For that which befalls the sky
Will inevitably befall us all
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Like most of my poems, created in mere seconds, one thought going from one place to the next, and this is what comes from the depths of my mind.
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touching... and so very true...