
I am like a falling star who has finally found his place next to another in a lovely constellation, where we will sparkle in the heavens forever.
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I am like a falling star who has finally found his place next to another in a lovely constellation, where we will sparkle in the heavens forever.
Copyright: authorchrisbrown
I wake early
The remnants of night
Still clinging to what little time it has left.
The moon and stars
Shrouded by a hanging fog
Invisible to my sight and yet I knew them to be there.
I wait now
As night is vanguished
And the light of a new day rises upon the horizon
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Innocently he mistook the look in her eyes as passion and lust.
“I want to drain your life giving fluid from you,” she whispered softly.
The reality of the truth hit him like a bullet to heart as her teeth sunk into his neck and she began to drink.
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I dreamed of you again last night
You seem to come to me now more than ever
I felt the embrace of your loving arms
Your sweet tender kiss upon my cheek
And yet you made no move
Save to hold close to your heaving bosom
You hushed me back to sleep
Your fingers running through my hair
But I could feel your tears of sorrow
As they landed upon my skin
And I know you hate for me to see you
So I closed my eyes and held you tight
When I awoke I knew you’d be gone
As you’ve done so many times
I also know you cannot stay
As you’re needed somewhere else
But you’ll return when I need you most
My Angel of the Night
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“Tell me what it is you want,”
“I want to lay in your arms knowing that I am the reason you’re smiling. That we are not prisoners to time and that we are able to stay entwined within our embrace forever. I want to feel you love me.”
“Always and forever.”
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I am done
Exhausted
With my last remaining strength
I’m pulling up the anchor
Drifting the endless sea
Abandoning hope
Gifting my tears to the salty abyss
Abandoning your name to the silence of night.
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Two young birds
Sat in opposite trees
They chirped
They cheeped
Each calling the other over
But the gap was far
The thought of flight
Scary to them both
Their thoughts consumed
With the fear of falling
Both blind to the possibilities
Of what may happen
Should they both then fly.
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I didn’t see him today
The little boy in the corner
The sad one
The angry one
The one that judges me
Taunting my every decision
Madness in my mind
If he’s real why can no one see him
But then I never saw him today
I hope he comes back tomorrow
There’s insecurity when he’s not here
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What is it to live these days?
I spend most of my time locked up doing the things that pays for the box I’m locked in.
And to make box more aesthetically pleasing, costs more money, and so spend more time working to afford the things I have no time to admire.
The friends I’ve made have become nothing more than recognisable text on a screen, that offer a worded “hello” or an emoji, that it becomes weird and awkward speaking, let alone seeing them in person.
My mind feels starved of stimulus, instead taking on board garbage from the television or radio, until my sanity snaps and I reach for yet another book.
Dark nights draw in early, weather’s still cold, and a warm duvet is often a welcome respite from the monotony of the day.
I miss laughter, the sound of pointless banter. I miss being sociable and getting together with like minded folk to discuss things of interest.
I miss hugs and I miss kisses.
Living alone, even with creature comforts of life, is lonely, ever so lonely.
So I ask again, what is it to live these days?
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Life through my eyes 3
It wasn’t about finding some revelation
An euphoria moment that opened my eyes
I was taught the stories in school
By half hearted teachers that left me more questions than answers
Nor was it pandering to others
Changing of beliefs to seek favour in a new relationship
Afterall I was baptized as a child, and yet
Given the freedom to seek my own mind upon religion and faith
To many it seems incomprehensible
That in my days of loneliness and everything seems against me
I should have someone in which to offload
Not always in silent prayer, but in anger and frustration
There is comfort unleashing your feelings
To someone who will not judge or shout back
But will give you the benefit of a new day in which to find calm
To me, it has become more than religion but a relationship
Having faith that light will always follow darkness
That the power of song can lift and most flattened of moods
I would rather be looked at funny for finding strength
And shunned for seeking shelter in the arms of The Lord.
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