we are all connected by our fingersA Poem by Billyembrace the distortion. let it fall over you. let it drown you. distortion shimmers, wraps itself in you. wear nothing but the sound. let it unravel you till every knot is undone.
take a step from atop the silver, bubbling sea. the world is whirring by, i feel much lighter while you are around.
your skin is a bubbling blossom you're pink, you're starry eyed, your skin is a pink like autumn when the leaves fall
we are all connected by the tips of our fingers.
you are soaking wet, drenched in sun down to you're lilting bones, and the sky is pouring down her body was lithe and bright, made of color that she twisted and lashed with the ferocity of an ocean
i am given the feeling of driving or what it might be like as the music is building higher and higher and the night is a blur with the snow in my eyes in the air is a feeling, though i have transcended it as sand is a cloth for the slumbering earth as the music is causing the road to expand in front of me everything is shorter than it has to be
and in the peace of simplicity she found her love. that it was about her, in the draping of her hair and the growing of the flowers in her eyes
the pirate ship, with its sails black and aloft, was taken by the sky. it flew as though it had wings. 'godspeed you!' yelled one, and with that the ship was sailing through the clouds. it never looked down. it only rode the waves out past the horizon. it never looked back down.
the noise is so loud. it is a flood of bright light. it is filling up the world. what i see isn't what's really there. it is so loud; it is so bright. i am blind and deaf, but i believe my words are reaching you. it is the world, and though i cannot see it for the noise, i feel it with my hands. or who's hands? are they your hands? they guide me safely through the world. © 2008 BillyReviews
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Added on July 25, 2008AuthorBillylevittown, NYAbouti write stuff alot, some of my favorite writers are virginia woolf and neil gaiman and philip pullman and e.e. cummings. i am pretty quaint...i don't do much that is interesting. i don't have a driver.. more..Writing
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