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What You Uncover What You UncoverWhat You Uncover by ~passianfleur
In my hands there are streams of color
That run out like paints
My fingers move and swirl them
And my thoughts come out to play
My legs carry me forward as I tell them
But they never take me where I want to go
Inside I yearn for other lands
Daydream places no one knows.
All your body is one in itself
Every part of you its own
But along with everyone else
Your spirit cannot be thrown
While the body has restraints and boundaries
The soul is individual
Though they are connected at the heart
There is so much you can't tell
When God created man
He gave us all something to find
In each other, all our corners
Are
Silver SilverSilver by ~passianfleur
In the fog is where people lose their way. It descends; it encompasses. It leaves nothing defined and everything uncertain. Life becomes a black cloud; one that objects to the love of anything truly beautiful. Fog is unnatural, it is something pure turned dark and intruding; yet it exists in the world. Only the ones with silver eyes and lustrous silver strands of hair can avoid it; they know the truth. They realize what is happening, and they curl up by the warm, glowing fire, and wait. The fireplace is the one made of bricks, with the tarnished silver candleholders, and a glass angel whose halo has been hidden by the shadows cast by
Definition It was a cold grey morningDefinition by ~passianfleur
That September day
When I didn't know who I was
And my heart boiled
And my reason failed
And my mind melted
Into hate
When I did it I didn't know who I was
And time had left me nothing but waiting embers
My blood was a red sea of chaos
That left me with hardly a being
Eternal drought
When they were gone I wasn't sorry
And God wasn't there and I refused to repent
And felt nothing but hate, unknown desires
Madness and a need for control
Meaningless
I couldn't stop that need
And I didn't know who I was
3 times 4 plus 7 gone by my bloodied, savage hands
Bringing those tears of grief that shut me away
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