I'd walk on broken glass around you, if you'd look at me sometimes.
My throat scratches like a needle on old vinyl, skipping three words, and I'm left with:
- ---- --- too.
what I know for sureI’m not going to pretend that I don’t miss you, or sometimes that when I’m alone my mind doesn’t wander to thoughts of what you might be doing out there in that big, awful, amazing world, but here is what I know for sure:what I know for sure by SabbathLiterature
I am happy alone and the only company I need now is the outline of my shadow cast on empty train stations,
And that the next time we’ll meet we will both smile and we will embrace in the tradition of old friends.
Till then the sun will continue to set and rise, planes will land, songs will be sung and books will be written.
We will wake and wear out our paths in old leather boots on either side of this big world.
Vinyl HeartThe smoke you left behind lingers in my nostrils,Vinyl Heart by SabbathLiterature
Leaving dents and scratches in my vinyl heart.
Your old Brown boots are wearing through,
And so is my patience with this, love.
I love you but enough is enough.
I love you but enough of this.
You say that I'm beautiful but you can't even look at me now.
You just sigh and blow smoke into the late afternoon air.
I thought you were an oasis in the Sahara of this year,
And now I see that the mirage is starting to melt away.
There's no space inside you left when all you have left is melancholy,
When all you've got is hurt.
You once said, not looking in my eye, that I was your only sunshine,
But clouds will always come and the sun will be hidden away.
The wind is your best friend tonight,
It just keeps you company.
As strips of me start to blow away.
My right hand is smoke already and yours misses' its mark.
There will still be stories about us, but as a glass case on a fading memory,
A butterfly on a pin in a case in a study,
Not moving pict
Big SkyThe sun is just starting to set, lighting the white clouds with golden fire, borrowing its glory to blaze a halo around itself as it sinks below the trees. Here the sky opens up like a map, spread out above me as the big, soft cumulous drift overhead, delicate oilpaint masterpieces scrolling across the canvas.Big Sky by SabbathLiterature
The day's heat ebbs away as twilight casts a grey mantle over the hills. There's soft grass beneath my feet as I lay myself down in the garden, observing the blue eye of the firmament above.
The wind stills as birds fly home to nest for the coming storm.
The grey tint to the clouds tells of a night rain, but just now the air is clear. The warmth of this Summer is about to set in and it brings opportunity - of sand in shoes, wet hair and empty bottles.
This is the kind of weather I used to see as a child, still with saltwater in my ears, towel around my shoulders as my mum is unwrapping battered fish and chips from newspaper. I smile as I fall asleep in the car and my dad carries
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me back onto
the shore -
the waves say
this is not the
right tide, the
Which of them is me?I looked into the mirrorWhich of them is me? by itsbumblebee
and I saw man with a bedraggled face
as tears in his eyes fell
to the tip of his chin,
the man blinked and he turned into
a girl with scars on her neck
with eyes like the ocean
and cheeks like a rose
but the colors of her eyes
began to fade
when the dusk fell rapidly,
the girl screamed at me
and she turned into a cop
with a pale face
and bruises on his left arm,
he shed a tear and he smiled at me
his lips began to speak words
I couldn't hear
but I could feel,
he then turned into an overweight woman
with cuts on both of her arms
and her face was covered with fear,
suddenly she turned into a beautiful lady
with a cheerful smile on her face
wearing a white sundress
as the wind touched her hair;
she was so beautiful.
The mirror showed me some people
that are somehow familiar to me
but my tongue couldn't speak
the right words to them,
but what I do know about them
is they're a part of me
and they're just the products of my cerebrum,
though I'm wondering
if they are