I miss you
Until the dawn of clarity whence all our fears dispose. i wait for you my own sweet hope, i wait for you and stay beside your soul and present touch till only love remains.
Fresh Date (Otherwise Untitled)
~ this response being of insufficient clarity, the squirrel came to a stop in the hall to repeat the question into the skunk's room, "i've got a date with that really chill cockatiel i told you about, from the theater.", giving the
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 56
Another moment of clarity broke through the haze, and this time layla was certain she could see little tio running alongside, one frozen runner of snot hanging from his nose at a windswept angle.
The Decomposition of the Moon
Fingers consuming your beautiful, slender arm far away in the distance, the decaying dreams spiral before the blurred moon that is simply decomposing my existence will surely fade into nothingness in the shadow of the eclipse even if it is delayed, the clarity
Garden Potential (Otherwise Untitled)
~ grasping firmly to the shovel with aching hands, he could remember with the vivid clarity of vasoline glass the herbs and vegetables his mother had grown when he was young so far and long away.
Treasured memories.
A past i look back at with clarity, memories with a warm glow. the ones it involves though, their memories are washed by the flow. like a faded photograph to them it is unclear. it is enough to make me tear.
Poem #30: Sight
_sight_ the eyes are a portal to the soul capable of lies and of truth clarity of mind presented for all to see through seeing chemical imbalance displayed emotions of the soul defined by who and why as well seen by the observer
395 The Epitaph Of The Dragon
The clarity of my depth is the deepness of spilled ink. the anchors are torn away, and something dark reveals its wings.
Breaking the mold - preview
Just that short moment of clarity a god send before the pain rose once more, catching him unaware.
Somnum
Nbsp; a warmth from the silent state simply a mindfull singularity and yet it's visit is more then fate oddly it bears gifts of the finest pecularity or omenous reflections of our fears sadly in either we lack the slightest clarity
Poem #54: The Sea
Being is threatened the music is blinding the light is deafening we are lost inside our dreams in our sleep we lie vulnerable exposed to the knife of doubt travelling through our minds we cannot feel the force of madness until it is too late clarity
Puzzle’d...
At times rather easily categorized as an infection so simple to share so much, though too much for most, of this i'm now certain i find myself, many a time, talking to a ghost, behind an imagined curtain i only wish i could see a bit clearer though, clarity's