where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
A dream not seen, a lie not mine, withered wisdoms of a silent night, worthwhile moments played out beneath a starlight symphony, rains drops failing from the clouds tonight, a new days dawning, washing away the old, a rebuilding of tomorrow through the pages of yesterday, see the pictures and watch them move, fleeting images …
A former numbness, represented now by a thumping, unrelenting descent into a tomorrow unhinged, tethers lost as the wheels turn, a sail full, thy direction not mine, spitefulness of my pain, I regress, I fall back within, a blackened thing, a soiled heart, my eyes not open, my self no longer me…
He stares wearily into his mirrored reflection, staring past his own image and into the image behind him, between each repeated reflection that is thrown back at him, as the mirror before him reflects the mirror behind, and so on and on again, until finally she stares back at him.
A separate letter, written without care, a flair of substance, lost in translation, we see through eyes closed, while minds weave woes, classification of decent, loss of sleep, a rainbow painted in one colour, a book written with one word, thousands of playthings, a broken sidestep, we are the things given, while you are the …
Within the fractured frame of a mirrored world, lies the eyes of my whispered prize, a magnified branch, rotten at the roots, lost in the winds of a prophesied call, we sway to a song, we sing to a tune, twisted play things, of an impossible shrewd, lions of winter, kitten in spring, a repetitive …
The jar hits the ground with a volatile explosion, sending shards of glass and strawberry jam across the floor in all directions. He looks up at the others and smiles wryly and holds out his hand.“Pay up,” he says proudly.“Seriously?”“What, you think I was joking?” he sneers.
“There is no simplistic answer, there is only my answer,” he says with a wide-eyed smile.“Your answer does nothing for me, so why should it resolve all those before us?” he says as he gestures towards the others as they stand silently watching."For my fist shall heed so!”
The wand you’ve been wielding, never seemed complete, the narrow hallways lived in, always seemed so steep, the glass was never empty, but it was never full, you’re moving away from me, even though you can’t move, you were quietly broken, we thought you’d healed, the door was always open, you just didn’t want to …
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A waving of hands, a setting of souls, fires burning out, fires growing old, a fleshless existence, ashes buried deep, whimsical playthings, take your forever sleep, a loss of control, a loss sleep, staring in silence watching you weep, it’s a matter of control, it’s a matter of sleep, nobody wants to die, but we …
He stares into her hate filled eyes and spits venomously towards her. “You shall not have what is not yours. You shall only have the leftovers, and nothing more!”The sneer that creeps across her lips cuts through the air more than her words ever could, separating flesh from bone.
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