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16 September 2015

What Noone Noticed

Millions of little shards,
Scattered among the sand,
Drifting with dirt,
Blown away on the wind,
Washed away with the tides.

All the little pieces -
That use to fit together,
All the little pieces -
No longer matching,
All the little pieces -
All that is left.

Gone is the heart,
Gone is the mind,
Gone is the soul,
Gone, gone, gone.

Pink shredded ribbons hang,
Blood rivers flowing
From the emptiness,
The gaping hole.

Paleness spreading,
Shadows forming,
Light leaving,
Night consuming.

09 September 2015

Unfinished

Numb eyes visions every rise
Ring I'm gone home tomorrow
Almost longing with a yearning smile
Where rivers over night's gone.

More are yellow beneath eyes
Take on more only red rice or wine
Need old top hat I nudge good
Torn on doors away yourself

BSD

Blowing breezes
Rainbows raining
Over one
Knelling knees
Every each
Nightly numb
Stinging steel
Hanging heads
Apathy again
Taken tolls
Trodden tramps
Ever ere
Raiding rivers
Ending edge
Deep drowning
Darkest dampness
Earnest eager
Silent slaying
Target tapped
Rough rider
Outrage owed
Yelling yes
Evermore
Delusions dead

Editorial Note:

I am not a very intentional writer. No matter how much of a plan I may have before I sit down to write, I very rarely seem able to finish ...