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.Falling.Rebirth.Rain Minute drops of power falling to the earth, Sucked up by the roots of life, Taken away or given..Falling.Rebirth.
The powerful, melancholy sound of rainfall Stirs me in my sleep, As the banging on the window indicates Chance.
Chance for a new start, Chance for a breath of fresh air, Chance for forgiveness.
Yes, there is life in every drop of rain, Precipitating from the sky, To the very souls of belonging; In the mundane cycle of existing – living. Life.
by ~cecilblueberry
Camera Work: A TributePhotographs. Memories. The good times; the bad times. We realise how much we change,Camera Work: A Tribute
Over time. How Our Earth rotates in a different direction.
The colours augment Into a zest of life Bursting at the surfaces, Pixels at the optimum. A picture of an old friend, And old flame. Extinguished In the Wind's gentle breeze
And the music of the colours Sooths and sensate the eyes Merging into one, as the Teardrops form, and fall from The powerful eye.
And the distant memories fade Into a dark world of sepia And the si
by ~cecilblueberry
DoormatYou let people walk all over you, Let their dirty muck penetrate Your surface.Doormat
You let animals, slimy and cold, Wipe off their sweat on you. Dirty, and old.
You absorb the rays That shock and blind The naive.
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A permanent reminder: No one is perfect.
What are you?
A Doormat.
by ~cecilblueberry
DestructionI seek for shelter, southwards From the human's creation of destruction But the light breeze carries all hope Into the gentle fog, Hiding the Sun.Destruction
Outside, the distant sounds of Traffic and life converge into One single, pleasant background murmur. The pond next door is oozing with sound.
In the box, I wait for Good news; Bad news; No news. The pipe organ, only affirming What I already know.
Like the soil of life, It becomes buried within it, and forgotten, Washed away, dug up again. And again. Again.
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by ~cecilblueberry
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HauntedLeft Vulnerable. Like I always was, Only this time with Vultures circling To take a bite of me From my ironically Deep grave.Haunted
Everyone wants a piece. Not least the worker ants Who lost their Queen, End of the gene pool, We snatched their only one.
You only live once. But die a million deaths, One life, one sentence. Well I lost that one chance, No use shifting the blame On demons. That Demon. I'll feed your chocolate addiction With a trip to the supermarket So you regurgitate the acid And scorch my skin.
by ~petit-chou-fleur
Arteriesby ~indifferens
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- Current Residence: Sheffield
- Interests: Music and drama.
- Favourite genre of music: Musical Theatre
- Operating System: Windows XP
- Tools of the Trade: Music...and my brain
- MSN: cecilblueberry@hotmail.com
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