Tag: Daily Prompt

we are the end, yet not to be, endless memories, of the wanted we, last of one, first of three, weathered, twisting light, harrowed in lines of white, shining in the night, but below the flesh, I sedate me, tasked with riddles, of who is me…

perceived to be, though I could not see, winds of change, left in the dying day, we are not thee, for who we wished to be, seen in dreams, the eyes of we, loud and forward, to the end of the night, flying downward, we went to sea, plastic fortresses, without me…

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Open they said, for me to be me, person of one, interest is less, forgive the fortunate, for we are the ones that are, following a strain, taken from another less, hand in hand we go, not forward, but not alone, have something little, as the world takes it all away, a special few, soaking, open they said, let me be me….

We created the beast of a world not of our own, stars that felt the worthlessness of society, fortunate to be, sad to see, the fledgling spilt, open the sky wrought, end of what it was, we waited and saw, yet our eyes were blind, the sea was high, illusions given circumstance, was I the last one to see the sun shine no more, when the pastel colours suffered onward, into decay…

Profanity elusive dwells, my time allowed, harbingers all, cup the sorrow, tore the captions three, drip the drops of blood red gold, the fountain of a misspent youth, retreat inside the devils hell, spit fire, suffering, longing for the dawn to sedate the hate I boil and burn to, the window I ask, forgiveness not mine, I saw, yet I never seen….

Coiled around the deathly adder, limitless, devoid of chatter, a deathly soundless moment, captured in the realm of dreams, I watched the wizard pull away the seams of a frozen world, sickness an illusion, sanity foolishly a tool, underneath it all, not drowning, but beckoning to become, while dissolving into nothing…..

Chaos in its infancy, I beg for what you don’t need, sacrifice the born child, give way to the things that should never be, step forward, linger, as you hear me call for another day, spoken softly, you found my faults, displayed like a neon sign, ten yards wide, glorious to see, mocking me…

As the world turns, the worm waits, broken in the depths of man’s demise, woven like a jumper made of flesh not strung, a devil in the worship, we strive to be, what it is, nothing lost, open in the forever sky, let the schism in, above all else, a lie, is still a lie, while the sun dances endlessly, and the sky burns…

Cast asunder, the dived clan, lost in separation, myself, I am, woven tools, forked in blood, happiness joked along the outstretched hand, fiddled in the movement, five hands given back, who are we, we are when, spoken in tongues written down by man, jovial a word, spat in the dust, for I am, myself, in my hand..

He spoke in words not set in stone, his tone was mellow, his face skin and bone, for the sands of time had washed him clean, a nothingness unseen, dirty fingernails hid the tales, stolen from the ninth hand on the clock, aboard the sky devil did he swoon, down upon me, my boon, forever favored, cursed…

A brood of clowns, surround me, weeping from the top of trees, lofty heights, falling down, death to the city, death to the clows, a million of more, a thousand if few, mirrored images pained on sand, frowns upside down, hate turned around, worshipping laughter, sinning in hate, slices cut open, seas of red in our fate…

A sea ahead of me, the wind blows, fragile is the hand that feeds, my seed grows, left inside the wicked vice, I throw and too, let the fate that beholds me, not end the left of man, a woven tale, broken, stale, I was, but yet I am…

Petty words lost in hate, spit, succulent delights, I waved the world by as I paid my time, a hope to dream, last drinks, last breath, proclaiming fate, surrounded by hate, my self, my inner me, the devil beside me, he stands tall and towering, looking down and showering, rants, suffocating, alienation, I was, I am, me not you can see..

Close the hand around my neck, squeeze for I am dead, the sound of sight, the see of fright, my mercy less than I am to be, forever, like a whisper in the sea, we come, we succumb, let me drift away from thee, poison me, last, wicked right, underneath the facade, never me, weigh the body down and left me drown…

And the words broke through the sound barrier, my ears adjusted, pin drops, suicide watch, my name is woven in the sun, you see me, but I am not one, last the love, the stolen children, plenty, they come, yet the word turns, and the echoes burn, see the flesh, watch it rot…

Tame the devil with my call, paste the words on the wall, open, shut, lost in the pool, red rivers flow, stolen pennies fall, petrified in wood and air, the wisdom come, for food or care, we sell the sights, wickedness, sickness, a world in disarray, becoming, succumbing, fornicating the fate of many, beneath the haggard dress, the throbbing tool grows hard…

Chosen to be more than I wanted to be, the storm came strong, the wind died, my eyes were woken, my worlds were lies, I schemed, I stole, lost in the now of nothing, last to know, first to leave, the sign of tomorrow, please, broken toys, staples, pages torn, my life before me, on the floor, seeping slowly into the wood grain, nevermore, nothing, stolen, soaking in the soil of life, I am no more, I never was, I’m nevermore…

Fences rotten, the wood all dead, cast me out, for I am not yours, silent but alone, the night flows on, the river of scum, the deliver of the seen, worshipped from afar, I gave the silent breath, forgiveness not mine, yet subtle, not forget, we stowed away, we lost our way, the end was not enough to see what had become of me, for in the sky, we all watched god die, a myth, a fictional character, the beginning and the end…

Ash, burnt into it, the sand stood still for thousands of years, but the wind lest none, I was nothing, words written, lost to the water as it washed away, yet in the moments, when the air did silently stay, voices echoed, parasitic beasts fed, mankind eaten, blood thick, dying, smoldering on the decaying silence, I asked for forgiveness, I yelled for compliance, but in the end, as the world went away, my words were unwritten, lost in the sands of today…

Woven from the seeds of a bygone design, I walked forth, I stood as a man, stolen in the decaying grass, I defiled the sin that was to be my last, a chosen branch, petrified wood, laying down the chosen one, stood, but standing, silent, but shouting still, the nothingness of a window open, beckoned me in, lost, lamenting alone, the wetness of another becoming, see me, here I stand…