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Hearten gnomes
Any image I project with these symbols we've grown to call our language
Are all summoned from my head
For my only experience is that of the same
Because little gnomes stand in my heart and see not the beauty
But a brick wall that stands high in my heart
Where division settles frequently
Where hatred carresses my gentle soul
My love is hidden
This horse I have ridden
Many of times
I have been bitten
And the venom sends me to my demise
I file the files that reside in my eyes
And every new file leaves me defiled
I'll stay here awhile
Because this vile
This bile
Has now become my nature
Any natural Living Has long ago been ceased
Never can I fold the paper in a balanced crease
My engines depleted of oil and grease
Friction and effort is what keeps me
And it's killing
It's killing
There's not a feeling more known
To a fool stranded in his own home
As I move through the gallery I feel as if a drone
For it's not till later I understand it's beauty
Takes me a bit so please don't dismiss me
I have nothing to offer, not even a kiss, you see?
I'm a fool, a martyr, I have no purpose
My linked chains station me on an island of murkiness
I'm roasting
Slowly
There's nothing here that I perform boldly
Cowardice motions reoccuring boisterously and coldly
I have grown so lonely
And it's labeled my home
Destined to be a headcorner stone
For the builders refused
To use me
Such a stone tarnished with mold has no use
Moldy headcorner stones on a
Moldy headcorner stones on a structure give it character when viewed through the right spectacle.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Isn't it crazy to know, all
Isn't it crazy to know, all we've ever written and said has been based off the same 26 letters. So much for complex species right?
Our souls are trapped behind sky high brick walls physically and metaphorically. I understand where you're coming from with this piece.
Hah, My horse reared at me tuesday after 3 weeks of horsemanship. Crazy what the full moon can spice us up to do. There's more to this world. We all know it. There's so much more, and it needs to change so we can re grow it!
You're comment was lovely by
Your comment was lovely by the way, thank you :)
I agree, in order to do so we
I agree, in order to do so we must start with ourselves. How can one regrow the world while still trapped in theirs?