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Just sitting, looking up at clouds
They pass covering the sun like a shroud
The shapes form and quickly dissipate
Your looking, not knowing what to anticipate
They pass by like hours in a day
Like the seconds when you pray
They come from yonder, only to move on
Clouds passing like each day's dawn
They are white and they billow
They are fluffy and nice like a pillow
They can tell you of the comming storm
Or keep the day from getting to warm
You never know just what you might see
The unknown surrouding it amazes me
That is the reason I truly think
When staring at clouds you should never blink
They pass covering the sun like a shroud
The shapes form and quickly dissipate
Your looking, not knowing what to anticipate
They pass by like hours in a day
Like the seconds when you pray
They come from yonder, only to move on
Clouds passing like each day's dawn
They are white and they billow
They are fluffy and nice like a pillow
They can tell you of the comming storm
Or keep the day from getting to warm
You never know just what you might see
The unknown surrouding it amazes me
That is the reason I truly think
When staring at clouds you should never blink
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you're my penny...
so sorry
'bout the stumbling
darlin'
dying to retrace
every step mistook
and your skin
with my fingertips
though I long
to damn distance
and hang my hat
up on regrets
it's not the miles
marked & measured
you find lacking
love
I'd like to last
a lifetime
some strange synonym
for always
like
I'd love to be
the last time
you felt you found
your place
but I've more than
fondness for your
features
dear
I fear I formed
those fault lines
and if I must
I'll disappear
to put that smile
back on your face
this is
(roughly)
how it feels
to fail my constant
Literature
hibernation love song
wanna bury your
stillbeating
heart in the yard
kneel down
and press my face
to grass grown cool
with shades
of green
you're the wild life
like light
now strange
and scattering
the sound of trains
whispering distant
every evening
bathed in dusk
and I'm just
dust too much
touch
to the back
of your throat
sunken
sunk in skin
and tastes of
settling
sometimes I imagine
you're how I'd want
the snow to be
falling
free like birds
who change back
into bears
Literature
You're it
There's a reason why connect the dots is a children's game -
it prepares you for the bigger games everyone has to play
when their insides finally outgrow the outside.
I call this game 'connect the hearts'.
There are no instructions
and a million possible choices.
Chances are,
no matter what you do
a connection is made or broken
...it just isn't always the one you want.
Sometimes I know I'm not headed in the right direction,
but that doesn't make the selection any less valid;
just a bit more painful.
There is no such thing as "child's play" -
there is only practice for future failures.
Hide and seek was eventually replac
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I was in a mystic type mood. Not really sure how to describe it though. Hope you like.
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this is really beautiful...it gives me misterious,warm feelings
'When staring at clouds you should never blink'-very nice
'When staring at clouds you should never blink'-very nice