A Rooftop StormSitting on the rooftop, the world becomes my own. The sun sinks low as lights wink on, and I hide myself in the gathering darkness. Crickets take up their ratcheting chorus as the everyday noises dull down, until all that is heard is the low rumble of motors in the distance. Day has passed, relinquishing its hold on the world. And night comes out to play. Whispering breezes rustle the dry tree limbs, where soon new life will sprout into color. Inky blots dip and swoop among the trees as bats awaken in a hungry mood. Dark clouds chase each other up above, and the moon shyly hides among them, not readyA Rooftop Storm
A Moment's MagicMissing the magic of memory’s moments, And seeing masks in the mirror. The simmering summer’s heat brings it back, Chemistry found in the amber sunset. Forming a bond between our souls, Remembering now only deepens the holes. The cold heartbreak. You left me alone With no way to romanticize your lies. Man-made misery crushing me down, And somehow still missing the magic of you. The mashing of feelings as I’m forced to watch You and she do a mambo on my tattered heart. Mourning the myth of my one true love, And maiming the illusion of miracles. BA Moment's Magic
After the StormThe rain falls, drumming fingertips against the roof and windows, beating down leaves and grass, placing the world into concealment. Spears of lighting flash from cantankerous clouds out across a morbid background, followed by the growl of thunder's everlasting rage. The world hides in silent terror, helpless against nature's powerful hold. Yet, just as swiftly as it had descended upon its unwitting victims, it retreats back into itself, pleased by the sight of the havoc it has wrought. Swelled, leaden clouds give way to a robin's egg sky, where the world's buttercup blooms in triumph. Swan clouds radiate innocenAfter the Storm
SeminarSound crashing in on my ears from all sides. Like a raging ocean, pounding wave after pounding wave. There is noSeminar
Escape from the chaos, not even within my head, for the distractions push their way through my defenses and leave me Mesmerized as words are thrown here, there, to and fro. Conversations dissolve into fights dissolve
Into giggles and back again. There is no room to think in between the clack of computer keys and the noise that pins me to the cold, concrete wall. No room to hear my thoughts, for how could a single wisp of idea survive Amdist the words shoving, crashing, bulldozing their way through th
Did you ever. . . . .Did you ever dance thro bluebell woods? Or throw a kiss to dawn’s light touch? Have you sung a song to daffodils? Whispered soft to cooling breeze as such? Did you ever sit by waterfall? Trailed fingers in its icy fall? Mud-wallowed with a playful sow? Swam naked in the purest pool? Climbed trees and stepped on highest bough? Stroked wolves to prove that you were cool? Seen faeries atop a toadstool’s hump?Did you ever. . . . .
Played hopscotch with a dancing bear? Chalked kisses on a wild hog’s rump? Spoke Russian to a bug-eyed frog? Did you ever catch a falling st
The good, bad and uglyShow me beauty and I will show you life. Show me a human and I will show you strife.The good, bad and ugly
Show me a child with innocent eyes. Show me a traitor who is free with his lies.
Show me a mountain topped with snow. Show me a sewer where festering grows.
Show me a glade where lovers unite. Show me downtown where drunkards do fight.
Show me a river tinkling down to the sea. Show me a mercenary who kills for a fee.
Show me a tree that leafy beauty will spread. Show me a chainsaw many trees will make dead.
Show me a snowflake for each is unique.
WhispersWrite me a poem on the wind, And seal it with your heart. Time and distance we shall shrink, T’will be as was the start.Whispers
Blow dainty petals with your lips, And let them float to me. Your sweet perfume will linger, Set my Imagination free.
Sing softly from the hilltop, Where once we sat alone. Waiting as the moonlight, Paints monochromatic tone.
Float now in heaven’s beauty, Your parting was so hard. I feel the touch of angel’s hand, To guide this humble bard.
For soon we’ll be together, I
Sorry for the continuing absence!
Pirate
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The most successful serial killer of all time, is time itself.
Just thought I’d depress you.
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The most successful serial killer of all time, is time itself.
Just thought I’d depress you.
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The most successful serial killer of all time, is time itself.
Just thought I’d depress you.
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The most successful serial killer of all time, is time itself.
Just thought I’d depress you.
*who is she?*
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The most successful serial killer of all time, is time itself.
Just thought I’d depress you.
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The most successful serial killer of all time, is time itself.
Just thought I’d depress you.
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The most successful serial killer of all time, is time itself.
Just thought I’d depress you.
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