Malcontented WasterWhere did this miserable state come from? What happened to 'not giving a shit'? Walking into the steep pitch black With my night-time, sky-high friends The big dipper with his seven eyes looking down Seven friends in an everlasting saucepanMalcontented Waster
Talking to voices in cars i can't see
Relaxed, after five sticks of nicotine ecstasy I wander past 'Our Winds' and techno rave pyramid The old guy's a weirdo Sparks from beneath my shoe momentarily illuminate the dirt Where is he, who i cannot find? What happened to playing with my crazy creature and three hours tunring i
intoxication of the starsa million tiny diamonds against the velvet black to guide me when i'm all alone wandering the beaten track the two which guide me best the most exquisite of them all the ones you look upon me with can break my mental wallintoxication of the stars
but on the day when air breathing creatures were made your lights are extinguished by cheap vodka lemonade
fadingThe lily ain't got no leaves no morefading
They're scattered all over the lawn
You casually move from one to the next
Whilst the constant tick of my watch
Reminds me that time is fading
Our special moments have long since gone
Washed away by the rain, to the sea
We've sat and stared across the horses
But it's all changed, like a lunar mood
My star's fading in the sun
Flowers are blooming on the windowsill
'twixt the glasses, now empty and clean
But it's mi
spiritual stringThe thread between us extends for milesspiritual string
We're pin pricks at either end
Occasionally winding together again
Never snapping, nor needing a mend
Our magical string knows no limit of stretch
I'll hold one end wherever I am
And always I'll know that the other end
Will be in the palm of your hand
Each day our chord thickens, and knots become tied
The kinks are all worn out
It's shorter by far than when we began
I no longer need to shout
Our two ends will meet, an encircling band
Nev
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altho im not mch of a poetry fan i do lke ure stuff, very talented, lol
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