LivingWithDeath

Scribbles The rain patters on our skin, leaving these soft scribbles that fall in the scars molded by the acid trails.  These unique scribbles map out our lives.  Showing us why the acid emanates from the rain fall.  Diminishing slowly the acid swirls and whirls.  Just like rain; in the wind cataloging the storms in form of scribbles but our skin creates the shelter to protect us from the acid that scribbles.

Memories He holds her close to his chest during a starry night when the winds blow calmly disturbing their lost memories. Hope Hope blossoms from the yellow pollen of a tree that is newly planted in the lost Garden in our forgotten realities. Silence Not even a soul appears when a silent scream shatters the stillness which is diverging from the acid rain dripping from our core.

Vivid Violently man mangles, rips and tears all that is real. Only what is fake is left for the everlasting vitality, of mother nature. Willow Lovely is the rain as is slowly falls onto your rough exterior removing the toxins that suffocate your heart and soul leaving you the ability to understand the reason of the rhyme. Faith Feathers fall slowly from the angels above who try to fight through sheets of charred fantasy wanting to reveal how cruel society can be when all that is left gets lost in the sands.

The beautiful bog extracts the elongating shadows of our minds, creating the bewilderment that consumes the soul changing us into goblins who beseech youngsters to show them how to have fun. In this bamboo forest that surrounds us creating this beat that stabs at the heart, making one wish they could escape the goopy sounds that resonate in their minds.

Contrast Haiku Souls use me people abuse me but this beauty still emanates from the bubbles that creep up from my depths. Time Haiku Leaves fall slowly to the dirt where the forces pull the particles into the air that blows northerly which shows how time slips by drastically. Flower Haiku Flowers bloom hourly with vibrant colors contrasting the dew that cascades off the petals falling down to the ground where it pools and reflects how life revolves around an ant.

This burden weighs on the heart for your lips will never reach mine, they are farther away than when the leaves turn grey. When you are covered with this effervescent grass far from fun, Your shiny locks will never cascade down for they lay perfectly with you in your soft bed, that has wilted roses placed softly on the clean cloth of white. This contrasts the ashen color that once was your skin, now paleness rests on your cheeks. The aroma of your perfume no longer lingers with the breath that escaped your lungs. Which seeks my soul but my love was lost weeks ago. When your love became a chore tis why my soul is full of gore M

Feeling this great ecstasy you pick up a long slender object that feels heavy and alien in your hand.  Looking down at it you see a reflection of your face that shows no emotion and no thought yet, there are many thoughts running through your head but none of them make sense; here and there they bounce, never stopping for more than a second.  This does not cause you to cease; turning, you walk out of the kitchen towards the bedroom at the end of the hall.  Every step taken brings you closer to the end; not wanting to ponder this, your steps quicken and the bedroom door appears before you with the door ajar.  Taking a few steps in your gaze fa

The soul of time is forever lost in the faded memories of friendship that are bound by the dreams of all.