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Waking up to a thousand songs
each hour, they chime and sing,
I knew they would never sing again
if there was no new day to bring
.
They mark the time with beak and wing
its slow passing now my desire;
forever bound to their floating song,
forever bound to their charming fire
Will this day ever end
for fear of waking again;
a new rise, a new day
forever a lifetime away
There is nothing more hopeful than the delicate touch of rain amongst a thunderstorm of clouds.
We trace our lives in running circles
always waiting for a new path to show
Strained and wanting
I simmer below the surface,
a thousand pieces of light
stretched thin and glaring
piece together my skin,
thoughts rumbling through
troubled waters, fine lines
and wasted moments,
preoccupied with nothing
I dream in hurried whispers
frantically calling for settled peace
amongst troubled thoughts
and empty seats
crowded by a droning babble
forever in a constant struggle
I claim only ease
in my own troubled company
watching their restless words
clamour for attention
over nothing but an empty dream
I feel laden with unsaid dreams
spilling over my hair, my feet
walking through a daylit night
full of sparkling stars and troubled sleep
I'll listen for a while
but soon I'll start writing
the air absorbs my words
whispered ink, floating, swirling
a thousand voices silently churning
a brilliant light that clouds the senses
drowning in heady daydreams
and forgotten thoughts.
'I'm sorry, what did you say?' I'll say politely.
Rain falls on the many and sunshine only a few. In moments of joy, rain sure does feel like sunshine.
I’m sat here at the kitchen countertop
my laptop on a chopping board
watching my mother's jam pot
simmer away the plums and sugar -
I’m here to stop it boiling over.
It has already done it once
the sticky pink liquid has become
stained glass on the hob cooker
it hasn’t reduced much
so I might be here just a little while longer
Stimmen, die zu dir sprechen
Stimmen, die über dich sprechen
Doch wer spricht mit dir
und wer hört dein Schweigen?
Wer liest deine Sätze,
und wer zwischen den Zeilen?
Künstliche Lichtstrahlen
- Zittern in beleuchteter Dunkelheit
My hands move with no purpouse
My soul walks the earth, animated by a machine in my mind
I cried myself to sleep
I no longer sleep
No decision-making stops me from trying to find happiness
My conscience has left my body
My gears turn as my body withers away
The oil blood runs through my veins
No heavenly being watches me and no hell bound creature stalks me
I am forever alone
I am forever a husk
Ransom x MadeInTYO 🫴🏽
you're so pretty, diamond you sit still and shine you don't know what's going wrong you never do most of the time
-s's.