Old and distressed observing the world and what it is. Remember the door that was red, it's now wood colored and stained a dark oak. The wind cries for another day, another day with us. The day ends with us.
No words just waves wash all over the world.
For eternity we are under the ocean.
There is no stopping it, we will all drown underneath the waves.
Will you sink, or attempt to rise to the surface,
and live once again?
I am a poet,
so I must be a sleaze and a slack.
Let me tell you that the words I say are true.
Sometimes I feel blue,
sometimes I feel koo.
Sometimes I feel like kissing you.
Does that make me a sleaze?
Does that make me a slack?
Does that make me a man with words on his back?
Look beyond the words,
of a poet and a hack.
Look for a person who has your back.
Do you have mine?
How many ways can you write a love poem?
enough to bake a pi?
Will it make you sick playing those feelings over again?
Will you finally take that blade and do something useful with it?
What is your motivation here boy?
Is it to reunite with a love that disintegrated in this metaphorical sea?
Who are you missing so much?
When did it happen?
GOOD GOD MAN! It still hurts?
Where are you going with this? and
Why is it so important to you?
..."If I knew, then why would I ask?"
Is there a point, to this infinite task?
The day the leaves fell
under the blue sky sound a somber bell.
A twist it was to a boy who just found love.
Though a gift from above or some higher source
can be led off course by a push or a shove.
The day the leaves fell the sun hit hard.
The shade which kept him cool was gone,
so he burned though she was long gone.
The poor clouds tried to cover him so,
and for a moment the heat would subside,
but once they moved the rays laughed as they
continued to burn the lost boy who was now a young man,
he continued to yearn.
He fell that day along with the leaves
seven, or a thousand Autumns this fall.
Deep within the dark every shadow on the ground, on the walls behind above and below that you see is potential rise for the shadow creatures to lurk their way into our world, to wreak havoc on the living minds of innocent and unaware people, they make evil men and women, they strive to hurt you. They enjoy feasting on your thoughts and fears. People that fear the dark unintentionally suppress these natural feelings by closing their eyes and sleeping till daylight wakes them. There is one person in particular that can invert these fears and turn them against the shadow realm, stopping shadow creatures from harming the living, trying to keep t
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