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Lengthening shadows hiding me behind death’s near doors,
its unsound reality.Taking with me, all senses, picturesque and photographicmemories, placing everything into boxes of clouds to begiven back to God when I see Him in heaven.
Jumping to attention, filling in empty squares with thought
and rhythmic rhymes.Unclouding intellect, giving it’s due as lapsing into areverie, words flow out evenly, keeping track of thoughts.Lifting them into a mire of existential abhorrence.Staking lives with definitions of positive assimilation,holding them to idolatry and purposeful usefulness.
Softly, shallowly hiding the disappointments life has thrown upon my mind.
Forever remembering the loneliness, closing once again around my heart, squeezing life from interiorly being shown to the world.Always keeping it to myself – others never knowing the abandonment I’ve forever felt throughout life.
Treasuring the memories of all events in life.
giving up any of them.Enlisting all traits of time into rhythms,coalescing in a mixture of turning atmospheres.Living in an existential pattern of behavior,never worrying about any particles of time aslong as they are enfolded in atoms of mercurialsilence.According to the opinions of other people, I amunable to live my life.How wrong I’ve proven them to…
Lonely, sitting in abject sadness, not knowing what to do, I am just decaying in back doors of life.
There’s nothing to be done, it’s part and parcel of my life and all I can do is accept and write about it, in the cell of my little life.
Sparkles of memories glimmer in my mind’s eyes, twinkling ideas, leading them to my imaginative mind for possibilities of rhyming abstractions.
Observing countless details in picturesque thought, choosing cognitively, particles of truth for fodder of my mind continually.