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Crave

Understand my silence Unleash the wild Move my hips Like thunder Hair waves subside Balancing perfection Hands holding the cords Racing chasing dreams Where nobody goes Carousel of performance Crowned for your pleasure Smile as you will Feel my hidden treasure Salivating wanting more Chair pulled forward Ready to explore Body pressed against An isolated door Heart beating fast Body engaged Unleash the wild Hidden deep inside

Shallow

Dragging his shadow into the wilderness   His thirst grew stronger and stronger.   The veins of his arms filled up with her scent   His tortured body aching with every move   He turned to look at the house one last time   The windows covered in memories   What should have been minutes seemed to go on for ever? The sleeve of his jacket covered in red stains   What will I do?   These thoughts filling his mind   Walking past snow covered pine trees   A happy occasion for most   Silence biting through him   His eyes widen with every move   The sky so clear   Blue crystals hanging on the trees reflecting his identity   Masked by a hat and scarf wine and yellow lines patterned on them   Crying nature roaring out to one another   Messengers of the wild   His heart felt the dagger   Isolation brought sadness   As he leaned against the road...

Tomorrow Land

If tomorrow never comes If my breath ceases to exist All that remains Is raindrops and mist If tomorrow is borrowed We all live today We all rush Through corridors Of columned form This has become the norm If tomorrow never comes Where am I now Am I in a chair In the middle of a room In the ground Dusting flowered perfume If tomorrow never comes I will sing out those tunes Rhythm of dancers Jazz and blues If tomorrow never comes I have hope it certainly will As my eyes close to a dream Tomorrow is my thrill  

Dusted Thoughts

Broken brown Dusted ground Blowing your scent Through the air Cloudless sky Mesmerising blue Captures all eyes To you Lavender scent Lays in the Uncovered landscape Shallow waters run free Sitting at the old Oak tree Yellow tall grass Surrounds my tiny frame Love of a beautiful place As I imagine these memories Stamped deep inside my brain I’m frustrated with change Destruction of yellow strands Images different from the depths Land in decay

Betrayed

Storms passing by windows They cry through smashed glass Smeared in restless tiredness Gathering victims One by one Volumes of spinning words Turn time around Transition of harnessed torture Wildness in lifeless walls Growing over Cultivated for bodied satisfaction Wondering walking around Waiting for movement A reaction Pulling away Layers of skin Knowing which ones to rupture In order to win Walk around us Play you're games All for isolation Tired of those Who betray