

Reverie.Take to the sky once again upon the white wings of glory, Breaking through the wisp-cloaked clouds as you retell the story, Your calls but a whisper, caught in the river of autumnal winds, Flowing amongst the lost pleas, the leaked prayers and the sins.Reverie.
I fly for the martyrs, for the lost and forgotten, Amongst sunset and twilight, through clouds soft as cotton, I fly for the dreamers, through the night sky below, As close as them to the stars; as bright white as fresh snow, I fly for the people who witness the gentle sunrise, Dazedly brushing the stardust away from their slee


Borderline Reality.I awoke, my eyes flitting in persuasion to lever the lids into opening gradually as I focussed on the surrounding area. The entire forest was green at first sight, a shining layer of emerald draping across every tree, as if a cloth of the finest emerald silk had been allowed to fall flat across the boughs from the skies above. Ivy snaked the trunks of the vertically unchallenged trees which sparkled in the dim moonlight in the sound of silence. The lunar light proceeded to illuminate the place where Id slept like a spotlight from the heavens as my stone cold hands felt my face, reality slowly becoming apparent in my mind.Borderline Reality.
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Sense.I stared out to sea for hours today, Watched the tall, towering tempest,Sense.
shadowed in the grey. Felt the wind throw gales against my cold
bare arms, feeling lost within the moment, yet found within the
calms. Heard the harrowing crash of the waves meet land, smelt the sweet sea salt, flung high across the sand. The hazy vapour drifted as it


Of Tracing NamesOf ancestry, abhorrent in times of woe, for history tells what I have strum. To pluck my fingers, blistered, numb, at lineage, dead in times we know.Of Tracing Names
Of branches, wilted and decaying, frayed in winds, sweet, and laced with lust. They hum a tune, shrill and robust, each leaf in agony, each leaf remained.
Of secrets, fallen on deafened ears Forgotten with time, remembered in dreams. Fringing on fable, fictitious, it seems, to find such a link, forgotten for years.
Of origins, I once presumed my own have died and withered aimlessly. I weep al


HeadacheThere's no pictures left in this hall I am still walking down memories; I wiped away your lipstick stains. you are everything and nothing I still don't want you but you are like looking in the mirror and expecting to see someone else - it never happens it's too easy to hate youHeadache
which is why I can't.
You are like dancing with needles on a balloon- you deflate too many things in my life and I am r


geometry sixth period.passing notes, sixth period, geometry hoping you wouldn't hate me if you read it students had to show their work on the board dreading this, my name was called you didn't read it yet got outta my seat, slowly went to the board starting my work, bullshitting formulas, problems i had other things on my mind i continue and am interrupted by a gasp,geometry sixth period.
a small whimper echoes from the back of the classroom i stop and the chalk hits the ground, on the clean tile floor, breaking cleanly in two all students stop and stare i turn around and see your face tears runn
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