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The Familiarity of My Thoughts
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The Familiarity of My Thoughts |
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rambling_words Junior Member
since 2003-10-29
Posts 44London, Ontario, Canada |
I have been floating through this life like a ghost I can see but I can not be seen my white skin shivering in the white fog hovering there are no moon shadows tonight only silhouttes of colouring leaves November candles burn and wooden clocks turn seasons change and time passes I fall further inside myself lost in my memories that are really regrets made up of mistakes love she is no angel of mine wilted wings of pearls swimming in an ocean of shells voices echoing across wires that pierce through my heart cutting my soul in lyrics of a melancholy nature London is only lights that are slowly turning themselves off invisible hands praying behind pulled blinds random window thoughts of what hides off in the distance where the train travels and where the rain drops from Philadelphia to anywhere along the East Coast it does not matter it is further than I will ever be romance is a postcard that never arrives in time I never stay in the same place too long it gets too hard to say goodbye to friends that slip through the fingers of these fragile hands I am too young to have these skeleton bones I am getting to old to have these broken dreams tomorrow I could do anything but I will not do anything it is easier to stay inside my thoughts the safety of familiarity the suffocating of similiarity it is killing me slowly inside out I know this but I can not stop this doubting of my abilities to function in this life which is as beautiful as it has ever been if you could see it with me instead I wait blinding myself to the sight of the unknown. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Ah but this piece just aches John. How are things in the Forest City? Pretty I'll bet.. I miss it there..my home town..walking in Victoria Park.. Lovely melancholy piece of work here...much enjoyed... and you are never ever alone..not in Passions. Hugs~ |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
"I am too young to have these skeleton bones I am getting to old to have these broken dreams tomorrow I could do anything but I will not do anything it is easier to stay inside my thoughts the safety of familiarity the suffocating of similiarity it is killing me slowly inside out I know this but I can not stop this doubting of my abilities to function in this life which is as beautiful as it has ever been if you could see it with me instead I wait blinding myself to the sight of the unknown." This reminded me of someone who is now wishing she'd at least tried. |
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