#8 of Poems
Inspired by a tweet I saw, one which I replied to, and got a response I didn't think I'd get. It was touching.
Keep it under your pillow,
And dream of things you always wanted
Keep it under your pillow,
And remember things you won't forget.
Keep a piece of me with you,
And hope we'll meet again.
A Slave of Routines. I am a slave of routines, and I am a dog to my addictions. I am helpless to fears, and I am hopeless to my dreams. I am a man flawed, and I can't help that. Through taking stock, I found a broken husk of a kid, a soul with...
Pushing, pulling, the waves come up the shore Taking away pieces of land for its own The wind is silent for once Leaving the waves, the birds, to speak out Clouds hang around the sky Unsure of their direction, floating aimlessly The sun...
... Cold rooms in a cold house. ... A stove in the living room hasn't been used in a long time. Night falls down, bringing stars and shadows. ... It's been a long time since I have been here. The floors still the same. The windows still the...