from a once
why should I believe
that my own light
my life has ended...
ChasingTo lay theseChasing by cerealnovels
that circle in my head
leading me to no where-
but just around again.
Do I need to know the answers,
if there are answers? And what if there is not?
I have chased
them far enough.
NeedSilenceNeed by cerealnovels
just the sound
of my even
as I write
out my prayers.
To My LoveI wantedTo My Love by cerealnovels
to give you the world
but I didn't have
the world to give.
I wanted to be spectacular
in your eyes
so you wouldn't
see my flaws.
Here I am
so very human
My love is small
but it is
In OrderIn lifeIn Order by cerealnovels
can lead to
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Green trees and red stone bordered by things I know.
Memories of nature that I walked and which to see it once more. No green and emeralds of nature.
But rubies of stone and sapphire of water is where I want to be.
Blanketed by tan sand and heat those areas of where any color is stark.
In the heat and picture desert flowers growing on winding paths with people. See the stones in strange shapes taken by nature. That's where I wish to be.
Curtal SonnetYou saunter by the ocean wild and vastCurtal Sonnet by NathanielFlyingOwl
Your naked feet are kissed by ebb and flow
The tide that pounds against the sandy shore
You hear the water's steady, calm bombast
Your skin caressed by sunshine's golden glow
And you begin to ask what you adore
As you become enthralled depths of sea
And I advise you: Question what you know
Your spirit's greatest depths let you explore
Discover what it means to set you free
*Dunes**Dunes* by D-A-Skelly
Fingers of wind, shifting sand
Formation of dune
Elemental natural craft
Organic kingdom of art.
Being SewageThe Avon sewagery slips a blackened tentacle down the prim, white blouse that is Bath.Being Sewage by PoetryOD
It opens the blushing city up to a world of filth and smug.
As I cross a bridge overshadowing its decrepit sibling
I see its reflections so clear on the black face of the night that it looks as though houses are drowned under the water,
with nothing but pin pricks in the brickwork to alight them.
Walking home with my head abuzz with comedy and equality from another day of trying to rescue, to save, I love the river.
I'm no superhero tailgating a lucky happenstance that lead to a victory once in a dead black moon,
Im not angel come to save a nation from a watery, grave disposition.
It is just a river
and I am just a walker.
With a fluttering blue heartbreak ricocheting off an ambulance
whisking a similarly blueing body to bed,
I dodge the noise.
The noise, the sound of anarchy falling down into a complacency that, in this place,
feels like heresy.
That most unforgivable black sin;