"Life is like a cigarette, smoke it to the butt." - Harvie Krumpet.
Inspired by Mary and Max, Harvie Krumpet, Felt, old photos and old paintings.
Life cruelly teaches us to let go of our dreams.
Full of worries faces are disguises of love,
Map book minds cemented in dreams of hide and seek memories.
Why do you live by a cemetery if you can't live with yourself?
Is it, isn't it? Cause living with others will be the death of you.
Landmarks and monuments are the earth's emotional scars,
People sick of other people all roads are cut veins.
Feelings hurt so easily for the world is the mind's pin cushion.
Always out of luck yet optimistic. Trails of love dissolve into hate
Or is it just the natural curse of all things shrinking and disappearing?
Spiders, dinosaurs and heaven all things unseen are scarier.
Nothing is as sad as tomorrow washed up on a beach
Like a long forgotten past, minds constantly under construction.
Bodies self destructing, dreams hunted by day - life is an obstruction.
Nothing left of me except you, futures die pasts cry
Can you be sure shadows aren't angels?
Walking through dying flowers, trees burn like all human hearts.
you give me butterflies with each one of your magically soul captivating pieces! i love this!
Nothing is as sad as tomorrow washed up on a beach
Like a long forgotten past, minds constantly under construction.
Bodies self destructing, dreams hunted by day - life is an obstruction.
Nothing left of me except you, futures die pasts cry
Can you be sure shadows aren't angels?
Walking through dying flowers, trees burn like all human hearts.
Words come alive but run out of breath
especially these stanza, god, i can feel this by reading it. your words are always so full of power and emotion. brought me to tears, really!
Insightfully invented metaphors that flow to a classic beat, the reality and deciding factors that bring your your words to life are an old painting, a memory of life and longing, wondferfully done :)
you give me butterflies with each one of your magically soul captivating pieces! i love this!
Nothing is as sad as tomorrow washed up on a beach
Like a long forgotten past, minds constantly under construction.
Bodies self destructing, dreams hunted by day - life is an obstruction.
Nothing left of me except you, futures die pasts cry
Can you be sure shadows aren't angels?
Walking through dying flowers, trees burn like all human hearts.
Words come alive but run out of breath
especially these stanza, god, i can feel this by reading it. your words are always so full of power and emotion. brought me to tears, really!
I'm Russell from Wales.
I've been writing for many years. Writing is important to me and its my only reason for being on this site. I like to take my time on my poems and I hope to keep learning an.. more..