1. The little pebble boat rocked to the sound of the sea and the forgotten memories its dark waters below contained.
2. The beauty was not in the creation, but in the numerous chips and scars that she had accumulated over time and how each insignificant thing told its own lengthy story of how it came to be.
3. She was damaged, yet beautifully golden in her damp mist of sunshine. She walked through the maze of the crowd not caring at the stares or the patterns that they planted upon her, for they knew nothing about her: past nor future. She danced her way to the centre, laughing at their innocence, and their beauty of holding onto enough pur
I am a damaged moth attracted to your warming flame:
The flicker of sparks that spray outwards off your words heal me,
Your soothing eyes cool my tiring wings.
You wrap your palms around me
Protecting me from the claw wrenching wind:
You plant kisses over each scar,
Checking their healing to their full potential.
And I am falling again even though I said I wouldnt.
I am falling for that boy whose processes that warming flame
And ocean cooling eyes.
I am falling and I cant stop myself: and this time I am not afraid.
Its as if I am returning
Shuddering against the wind
Losing all these chances
On these stupid make-believes.
The misty highs are calling
Whispering out my name
Choking out normality
As if its just a game.
Im screaming out against you
In hope that you will hear
The sun child snapping
Against your heartless spears.
But of course you are no longer linger
Another takes your place
Of pulling me back to humanity
Before Im lost to shreds
Forgotten Days by muzzyamazingmuzzmuzz, literature
Literature
Forgotten Days
Beauty lies behind every corner
Luring us into selected darkness
Feasting off those delicate smiles
Kissing the cheeks of native lovers
And sinking into laughter
Of those forgotten days.
And yes that boy was right
Those few months before
It would have never been him
That I had fallen for
Instead I loved the other
One that held that charm
Of holding all those rainbows
Amongst that dark storm
And while others still doubt it
I believe its strong
If youre ever willing
To take this gypsy gold.
Its yours for the taking
Reach up high
Youre find it
That heart beyond repair
Its yours for the taking
That silly gypsy gold
Just lazily lying there.
Wings On Clouds by muzzyamazingmuzzmuzz, literature
Literature
Wings On Clouds
Gentle grasp
Of a new-tugged heart
Swarming ocean
Of a young loves spark.
Fingertips brush
Like wings on clouds
Pale milk moon
Their kissing dance.
Tear-dewed goodbyes
Their only heartache
Mistaken rebounds
Their drunken restate.
Dont fall in love
Dont fall apart
Dont kiss this cheek
Or tear this heart.
Dont heal old wounds
Dont make new plans
Dont think of us
Or what we had.
Dont move forward
And dont move back
Dont miss the chance
To take this back.
Autumn Mumblings by muzzyamazingmuzzmuzz, literature
Literature
Autumn Mumblings
I am the autumn child, tall and bare, coated in last seasons smiling patchwork of summer memory leaves. Vine tangled limbs moving out of the barks creases: yawning at the moonlit skies, spinning in the rain laughing at its purity; its coldness. Bare feet licking new splashed mud paint; grass smears caressing over new-touched skin, licking pleasure with its greasy paws.
Darkness A Gleaming by muzzyamazingmuzzmuzz, literature
Literature
Darkness A Gleaming
The blood gurgled
Spat our, formed new
With darkness a gleaming
Pride smearing its sticky hands
Like coatings of freshly-licked jam
Its laughter echoed out
Trailing words in operatic macabre
Darkening out all smiles
And all our hopeless dreams.
I stared out onto the pouring rain and wondered,
He should be here by now.
A clock from with in the house stuck nine,
And I knew I should have gone back.
But I just ran into that rain,
Laughing and giggling he found me,
And dripping with rain drops.
He smiled and looked deep into my eyes ,
So I looked into his .
Soon I felt a sweet taste on my lips,
That i had never tasted before.
A while later the rain ended,
and our lips parted.
He smiled again,
and passed me his jacket.
I wrapped it around me and took in his smell.
I took hi
Dreamers are forever locked in the creative room of long forgotten fairy tales
and strange but beautiful places.
As these are the tools they use to create the imagative reality world
which we all long and live for.
I lay in my corner, and wept.
I thought that I had everything then,
suddenly I found out that I had nouthing.
Why did this have to happen now,
when i thought everthing was fine?
"Do you want some company?"
I looked up and stared at the guy before me,
and wondered why should you care?
He tried to pull me into him, but i resitanced,
only to fall nito his arms moments later.
A while later we got up,
I looked at him deep into his eyes,
and muttered, " why did you do that?"
He shrugged and repiled,
"we all need someone to pick up the pieces
and put us back together when we have fallen ?
At that we both smiled
and walked
As I walked home from the bus stop,
I watched all the busy people leading their busy lives,
And wondered,
Do they ever look up?
I mean loads of people carry on with their normal lives
And thats that.
While some take time to stand and stare,
At the autumn leaves.
The srigings new life ,
And the summers roses.
They take in the smell of the pine trees,
The damp earth after a rainfall,
And fresh cut grass.
These are the people who are really alive,
They feel the earth and all in it.
Not just the human world which is fillled with,
Bank accounts, meetings and busy phone calls.
When i finally got to my front door I looked back and
Friends for life by muzzyamazingmuzzmuzz, literature
Literature
Friends for life
One the day of my birth you were lying next to me,
As i grow up you helped me grow.
And as we grasped adulthood you helped me,
Through the rough times.
Yet one day I turned to hold your hand,
Yet you were no longer there,
You were gone and i was alone.
I wept and wept yet I knew you could never come back.
But I wait in hope that one day I will go to heaven
And that you will greet me with open arms
is this all real or just make by muzzyamazingmuzzmuzz, literature
Literature
is this all real or just make
I peered through the frogged up glass pane and sighed,
it was new years eve
and all the children were out in force on the ice ring
i stared at them
and asked myself is this all real?
and a surposed it was real
so why then didn't it feel like that ?
it was like i was watching this world
like someone in a another world would watch a vidio instead of a ice ring
then i felt warm soft arms wrapping aroung my cold body
and i guess it was real
then i found myself in my bed
and i cried
as it was never real
it was just a dream
As I look ar the slow running stream besides me i wonder,
Why me ? Why do i have to feel like this ?
Then as I see the fog creeping up and over me I understand.
So the next day as I walk past the stream and I hold my head high
And say the most powerful words i know
I love u
I Wrote it by Moonlight by muzzyamazingmuzzmuzz, literature
Literature
I Wrote it by Moonlight
..... My footsteps crushed the late autumn leaves,
And the swirling wind rushed through my hair.
I smiled my secret smile,
And looked by through the darkness at the moon,
Then back down at you.
And realised that both of you were shining.
I long to break the forever binding frost from my heart,
So that it can feel the warmth of life once more,
Instead of the cold stillness of death.
Yet I know I lost the feel of warmth long ago,
That it now seems like a distant memory.
It seems hard to belive that once apon a time,
I would have helped you when you were in need.
Yet now I don't even bother to look in your dicetion.
I can see you are hurting because of my frost binded heart,
But can't you see, Thats how I live now?
I live for me and only me,
It's just the way I am.
I wish you would stop crying,
Come on now it an't that bad,
I have got a new like now,
And you shoul
My heart is catching in my chest
because I can't think
about
the Present.
My throat is closing up
because I am filled
with
Emotion.
My mind is confused
because I stare
at all
these Pictures.
My memories are flooding
my mind
my body
my life.
Melodies, sweet as sugar
Soundtrack the turning of summer.
The air is cooling,
The days are changing
The fiery oven off.
Waters seep forward
The season becoming wet.
Long-awaited rains I will never forget.
Loud squawks in the sky,
I look up and see
Birds flying high
Away to safety.
The leaves are like quilts,
Patchwork and beautiful
Nature browning and reddening,
Happiness everywhere.
My prince rode away. by the-passion-fruit, literature
Literature
My prince rode away.
And my prince rode away on a galloping mare.
His armour dented with lost glory, lost pride.
The burden of the loyal; now dead.
As heavy as stone mountains, they crushed him.
And my prince rode into the valley and never returned.
Then Comes Silence... by the-passion-fruit, literature
Literature
Then Comes Silence...
Such a throng of smoke
Dark and burning
Hot black gas drifting
Towards our ends
Blocking the air
With the stench of death.
And the fire
Like a thousand candles
All burning asphalt
The smell like a smog
Thick and hot and black
The stench,
The stench,
Of burning,
Of smolder,
Of destruction,
Of magnitude,
Of the end,
Of death,
Dust and ash all aflame
Such a beautiful sight,
The fiery flickering grace,
Of this dance.
And fire,
And fire,
And fire,
And fire,
With dust and ashes,
And darkness.
Then comes silence.
Musical Influences by the-passion-fruit, literature
Literature
Musical Influences
♫♪
Just like musical notes,
The shattering chorus,
Floating in the air.
A stab on the heart,
Thats just the way it goes,
With rhythm and lyrics.
What can I hear now?
The melody for love
Or song of destruction.
Ever sweet to the ears,
But a killer to the soul.
A heartbreaker.
♥
Shes seen the way he looks at her
Circling, examining for a way in
A search to conquer her heart
He looks at her, enthralled
Wonders what she dreams of
In throes of passion
She looks away shyly
Intensity more than she has known
Afraid of burning deeper
He takes her hand gently
Seeing his way in
She need never fear him
Shes heard it all before
How can she know this truth?
How desperately she wants to believe again
He places her hand against his chest
Heartbeat thumps in her presence
His blood yearns
She meets his eyes, learning
Reading, understanding
Only one way to know
He sees hope in her irises
Her pupils s
The Moon and Sun. by Alucardsbloodlust, literature
Literature
The Moon and Sun.
Me giving up on you.
thats like the sun giving up on the moon,
its not likely to happen soon.
you need me, like the moon needs the sun.
for without the sun, the moon has no beauty.
I make you shine, for all the world to see.
without the sun your just a plain sphere,
hanging in space for no one to admire.
Your My moon, my light in thedarkness.
the sun might light the moon.
but without the moon the sun see's no beauty,
and he'sno reason to be so happy.
light the world, babe, show 'em your beauty.
Shine, the Sun's holding your hand.
shine, Baby.
Light up.
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Sorry its been so long since I last entered anything on here, I just needed the break perphaps clear my head and my thoughts. I am going to start updating upon here now and I will leave you with something to read today. I am going backpacking for three weeks tomorrow so i wont be updating for a while until I get back, but i will when i return.
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