A false Idea or belief, deception.
The author writes these words for this lyrical injection.
So, with this truth in mind, they make you feel confined.
Encased in a world, these building blocks molded from one source of fallacy, one simply fucked up anatomy.
Given a delusion to cover up the contusions,
I put the band aid over your hurt, you looked at me like I was crazy.
I saw the scars, the cuts and bruises, I saw a pedal-less daisy.
To another the story is different, from one to the next the illusion remains,
This life, these decisions, every move seems taken in vain.
When will you know for sure, that your eyes are open, that it isn
Just a short description of this assignment: Querencia is spanish for wanting a place of safety; in short a sanctuary. I was assigned to write about a place I find sanctity or a place of sanctity. So that is what this will be.
In this place you feel complete,
In this place there is no defeat.
In this place no one will hurt you,
In this place I am sworn to protect you.
This place of rivers, This place of rain.
I promise to hold you, To steal your pain.
Once you've entered, you won't want to leave.
I will show you this, and make you believe.
The birds will chirp, and the sun will shine,
While you're in this place, this place of divine
FULL TITLE: Packed For (N)ever N(e)ver Land.
I took a rag and wiped my face,
I looked in the mirror, "I am going to leave this place."
These words I spoke to myself day in and day out,
They never really meant anything until right about now.
I've packed my bags nice and light,
Now on my way to the airport for the next flight,
I am taking a plane to nowhere,
And I plan to stay there for (N)ever.
I'm taking no one with me,
Though no one is left behind.
Nobody will miss me,
So why bother saying goodbye?
Let them know that I am leaving?
But why?
I am talking to you,
Another passenger on this flight,
You are hoping something you sa
The Ones That Lift You. by splinter335, literature
Literature
The Ones That Lift You.
Free Verse: The Ones That Lift You.
Your touch became from flesh to blunder.
As I felt the warmth, it grew to sunder,
The feeling left and so I regret
Believing that you loved me
As I walked past the oak,
And further past the willow.
Walked over the bridge as it burned and the smoke billowed.
You set the flames, the soul that originally crowned the veil.
The flame lit by the hands of your betrayal.
I left the world on my cloud.
Thank god it wasn't too late.
This cloud lifted me, This cloud brought me from that harmful place and my fragile state.
Held it's hand out for help.
No intent to harm, Still, cautiou
A false Idea or belief, deception.
The author writes these words for this lyrical injection.
So, with this truth in mind, they make you feel confined.
Encased in a world, these building blocks molded from one source of fallacy, one simply fucked up anatomy.
Given a delusion to cover up the contusions,
I put the band aid over your hurt, you looked at me like I was crazy.
I saw the scars, the cuts and bruises, I saw a pedal-less daisy.
To another the story is different, from one to the next the illusion remains,
This life, these decisions, every move seems taken in vain.
When will you know for sure, that your eyes are open, that it isn
Just a short description of this assignment: Querencia is spanish for wanting a place of safety; in short a sanctuary. I was assigned to write about a place I find sanctity or a place of sanctity. So that is what this will be.
In this place you feel complete,
In this place there is no defeat.
In this place no one will hurt you,
In this place I am sworn to protect you.
This place of rivers, This place of rain.
I promise to hold you, To steal your pain.
Once you've entered, you won't want to leave.
I will show you this, and make you believe.
The birds will chirp, and the sun will shine,
While you're in this place, this place of divine
FULL TITLE: Packed For (N)ever N(e)ver Land.
I took a rag and wiped my face,
I looked in the mirror, "I am going to leave this place."
These words I spoke to myself day in and day out,
They never really meant anything until right about now.
I've packed my bags nice and light,
Now on my way to the airport for the next flight,
I am taking a plane to nowhere,
And I plan to stay there for (N)ever.
I'm taking no one with me,
Though no one is left behind.
Nobody will miss me,
So why bother saying goodbye?
Let them know that I am leaving?
But why?
I am talking to you,
Another passenger on this flight,
You are hoping something you sa
The Ones That Lift You. by splinter335, literature
Literature
The Ones That Lift You.
Free Verse: The Ones That Lift You.
Your touch became from flesh to blunder.
As I felt the warmth, it grew to sunder,
The feeling left and so I regret
Believing that you loved me
As I walked past the oak,
And further past the willow.
Walked over the bridge as it burned and the smoke billowed.
You set the flames, the soul that originally crowned the veil.
The flame lit by the hands of your betrayal.
I left the world on my cloud.
Thank god it wasn't too late.
This cloud lifted me, This cloud brought me from that harmful place and my fragile state.
Held it's hand out for help.
No intent to harm, Still, cautiou
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Motion is a strange thing and come to think of it everything uses motion and so part of everything in my eyes is strange. But, this is not to do with strange things but for some reason in the car today i realized how much i like sitting motionless in a moving car it feels amazing and what i began to think was that since i like motionless motion than I'd like everyone if i was motionless then i realized that that wouldn't work because if i were to cease movement than i would cease breathing thus ceasing life so therefor i would not be alive to have feelings anymore so is that why people accept death to quicken the inevitable? or for curiosity
you know a few thoughts of my average day:I hate door knobs.i hate paper. i like untouched snow and dead snowmen.people are insignificant to me.i hate a lot i like more.what is the point of animals other than humans. wheres the proof that god exists.i like pencils.Questions i ask myself:two or one;two for sure. me or not me;both anything or nothing;anything.
you know a few thoughts of my average day:I hate door knobs.i hate paper. i like untouched snow and dead snowmen.people are insignificant to me.i hate a lot i like more.what is the point of animals other than humans. wheres the proof that god exists.i like pencils.Questions i ask myself:two or one;two for sure. me or not me;both anything or nothing;anything.