Death of SeasonsI can see them in the distance, Dancing on the currents, Like children at play, Frolicking with one another. The leaves, Young and green, The wind whistling on their steams like laugher.. Or screams.. If you look a little closer, They're tattered with the cancerous spots of decay, The creeping brown, Infecting every vein, Ripping through the core.. As nature takes a hold, And the tone of the reality sets in, And eats away at the flesh of the living.Death of Seasons
In Search of Peace and AirSand between my toes, The grains sifting as I shift, Crisp salted air flowing through my lungs, The sun is setting, Painting the waves with its reflection, Embers of fire melting into blue velvet, As the sky fades into the darkness, The last bit of heat kissing my cheeks goodnight, There is nothing but the whisper of the wind to disturb me, And that inevitable thought of throwing myself into the sea, Because it’s the only one that can embrace you fully, Take you in and crush you, Or cradle you, And lull you to sleep, With its promises of peace.In Search of Peace and Air
MeganA tree kisses the sun, A moon so delicate it could be a playmate of the clouds, Locks that flow like honey, A deep chestnut tinted brown, Nestled upon shoulders, Cradled between a collar, Freckles that dance playfully along mounted cheek bones, Skipping freely across the bridge of your nose, An intangible sense of beauty and poise, That emanate from your soul like a blinding light, Intoxicating your surroundings, Drunk with compassion, An anchor in the sand, Gripping tight, Holding steadfast, Maintaining your balance, Couldn’t imagine all theMegan
Grave digger
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"Just waiting for that inevitable disappearing act." -A friend
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Tact is the knack of making a point without making an enemy <3
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A loved one laid his head in her lap,
the roses fell to the floor and the world stood still.
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There is nothing we can call our own but death
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