Archive for the Tag 'lost'

Idle hours

Night falls
And the door of
Loneliness
Opens once more
Wandering thoughts
Leading deeper
Endless hours
Pass by idle
Tears born of
Frustration
Wanting so much
To believe
While truths falsities
Ebb and flow
Raging as the sea
To shed tears of happiness
Heart swollen with joy
From the gift of truth
Another should bestow
But what illusions spring
From a bounty of words
While reading the pages
Of one’s very soul
A beacon in the darkness
Wrapping round [...]

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Means to an end

With old patterns faltering in the wake of time, serving him less and less; desperation creeps, then slowly sets in.
Searching for something real to cling to; in a world of illusion and cheap parlor tricks; of which he created and has always dwelled.
Better to be an imaginary somebody, than a real no body; his platform, [...]

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misfit

…and if I close my eyes and drift away, where would my thoughts take me. For at times it feels there is nowhere left to go; all my minds doors closed and locked tight; and if forced to venture outside my own realm; reality strikes that I simply don’t fit.

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within without

He stood in the doorway, taking in the scene before him; a haunting melody seemingly echoed from nowhere, as the candles cast flickering shadows upon the walls; black tapers in polished brass holders; always black and brass. The smell of incense filling his senses, yet he could not tell from which direction it burned; swirls [...]

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Too late to die young

It started as a day like any other, but by mid-morning she was so agitated with the people and the world around her that she left work at lunch and didn’t go back. Instead she drove home, packed a bag, grabbed her laptop, left a note, said good bye to her dog and hit the [...]

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Allure of Sanctuary

She sits in a trance-like state; the sensual, ambient sound taking her deeper into melancholic sadness. The connection broken, she reached but could not find – descending from euphoric heights, and all that which is mere deception of the mind. Ethereal chants of Spanish monks deliver her into darkness – where she finds comfort in [...]

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Sunday Scribblings

#113 – Curves
Many things come to mind when I think of the word curves…
Long, winding back roads with their curves that took me up, over and around the countryside – music blaring, wind blowing, smoking one designer cigarette after another – mile after endless mile – searching for something – anything – all roads leading [...]

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