Memories of watching a fly buzz around in a church.
About fear and darkness consuming you when you fell alone.
The struggle of growing up from a mothers perspective.
What he doesn't write
Will fly off his mind
What he doesn't write will...
Shout, rant and roar
Our ears are for listening
breath deep in your venting...
What a pen remembers
It remembers great works
And remembers the bad ones....
Feel while you may
For when we live all we can
Our emotions remain...
While you are gathering your rosebuds
And seizing The day
...
Talk through your tear stained sleeve
and wipe them from your eyes
Tell me your pain,...
How rough are the tides of life?
and where do they take you?
...
Curly brown hair
her eyes,
how they hug me and hold me close...
Thy beauty upon a mirror
you do not see thy perfect smile
nay thy beautiful body...
by Oxymiscreant on August 18 . © Luc C., All rights reserved
Styx and stones may break my bones
but my bones were never broken.
Maybe I heal too quick,...
I shall stay in your heart,
if you let me.
I shall stay in your mind,...
Only when the corners of your eye
Is pressed to your pillow
And your tears fall into it...
The marvellous fear
The beautiful nothing
The wondrous sadness...
The trees here are the same
The people
The roads...
Do not see they error in my ways
See the way of my errors
...
Flesh under floor boards
bones in the wall
blood in the woodwork...
I share thee my sweater
I share thee my soul
...
Hanging from the ceiling
hanging from the walls
...