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With the dust blown away, we find creases where there wasn't before

This is my attempt at kick-starting my poetry writing once more.

Superficiality, expecting too much, owning too little and loving; not at all. A loss of hopes, dreams, life and meaning.

inspiration taken from an instrumental song I made a few years back. just improvised the title back then, just improvised this poem just now.

The sorrowful road that walks me here, Is line with the crows, beady-eyed. The land is dead, with fruitless skeletons, This is where all life has..

I just wanted to play with the word fete/fate. this is what resulted.

Metaphorical, cryptic... If you can work out what it means, I'll send you a gift. it's not that difficult...for me. But that's coz I wrote it :P G..

I woke in the middle of the night with this image in my head.

I swore I saw you the other day, But I knew that there was no way, My mind was playing tricks, that’s all, But seeing you made me recall: ..

A song :O