♦ I must be drawn to my dreams I must be into your heart It’s like the mind’s constantly changing and I’m at ease… studying Alive and a project like a grand-fold move ♦
Tag: Creative Writing
Torpedo Eyes
A forceful urge and a dynamite glare Torpedo eyes rarely spare Corners and ill-fidele They set a-laced High in taste Rounding the would be crowd to temper rates in corpse to fate Torpedo eyes line Awake
Wick’s Perfection
I saw it like a dream yet it was part of me like me, a rustic flame annihilated like fame fireside and inner-side inside born to rise listen to the highlights reflect to cast the lowlights please put out the fire with my burner-side at the end of the day heat doesn’t lock any doors
Fiery Shift Of Goddess
At 12 there is the dragon people …it speaks out to me So you like my dragon… that’s okay, we can share That’s a unique squint to bear Come wear spherical tresses The Soul of my dreams wanted to raise my own bar for you
Listen To The Wildlife
liberation comes and goes expands, defends, descends within listen to the beautiful amazement enchanted drops of pure derangement a calm melody of peaceful insanity a broached line of life to dangle cares and worries no longer strangle beautiful derangement, cunning amazement
Dare Devils & Night Queens
i am honest and it’s scaring you, you are scared of the truth the abnormality of what’s going on scares and haunts you
We Formed A Little Stage Powwow
I’m going to stop acting like I know and start living in the show Frontiers tasted this before I just don’t try to make sense of words anymore These folks are designed for the pens and needles This heroic scene is making a shift because I am a pioneer A hero’s dream live in three…
You Are Your Vision Made Manifest
I got this vision of what I want to see bring a whisper and do so delicately set in motion a force willed open an immortal potion to invoke Awoken
The Seeds That Are Tribal Commune
Was there anyone out there that could relay in real words Emote that comes from power of an inscripted verb Please if you’re out there come and call my name I mostly need your authentic whim To rain dance my own way
Imparted In The Metaphor Of Bloomfield
It’s the clothes you put on that give confidence. Not material, yet ethereal. This naked shamelessness that rules hearts is not to be dismissed as a hoax, it’s a mark. Eternal art if you so please. Please identify with your highest seed. Bloom in the field of metaphoric bloomfield. Expand and let in all that…
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