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Stop SignAs I was driving home from school one day, I came upon a man of a most peculiar appearance. He was thin as a rail, clothed in majestic, but tattered silver, and he held his sturdy, elongated body in the most rigid manner you’ve ever seen. And he was blushing, I should think, the moment he spotted me from afar. And plainly I could read on his face an order from him to me and my car. I paused as I was about to pass him by, then glanced around to see if any passers-by were there to share in my adventure with the rigid, skinny man with the angled bones in his blushing face. But upon my surveyance, I disStop Sign
by ~fromendtoend
StripesStripes of blue line her wall. The color means freedom, Her escape. She has chosen this outline.Stripes
Stripes of red line his wall. His feeling is one of anger And hate. He chooses its design.
She reaches for the blue picture frame. She remembers it all. Everything fits into an image. The frame is her confinement.
He smiles at the red sheet of paper. Its contents are joyful, not like now. It meant everything then. The joy is gone and the red fades away.
The emptied heart, Vast, vacant space. The broken frame. &nbs
by ~fromendtoend
What it is to SeeThrough the copper shades (and the boulevards), There is seen a shadow of the rain.What it is to See
But now no more.
Through the marble coffings, and through seas of gold, the joy is passed from all to all; to see was once to be: to achieve.
But now no more.
A heavy fog descending here, and no one daring to come near. a Quiet, deafening sound we hear
Coming for us now.
“Oh, it is such a loss,” “She really was a nice person,” “Such a shame,” “Oh, what pain.”
But all is futile now.
by ~fromendtoend
NowIn the shadow of the smallNow
Hide the remnants of the great.
And all the absolutes no longer rate
In the minds of the multitudes.
When she bends for a dropped coin,
He continues to walk by.
And she walks home alone at night,
Enjoying the air and breathing the life of the city.
When he feels alone, he looks Above,
And not to pictures of falsehoods, for pleasures.
When she walks by the window,
She admires the clothes,
Thinking nothing of the hollow figur
by ~fromendtoend
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Dress YouJump to the future to a white and sunny-- Last night, really -- bells-and-angels day "Come help me tie this" on your lips You twirl around for me to lace your shirt As I oblige, I get the feeling I could Do this every day of my life Another tally on the fall-in-love-with you chart As I tenderly, carefully,Dress You
You've-got-me-on-a-string lovingly Dress you on the stairs that night
I brushed against you as I Thread the strings that bind me to you Oh so soft and oh so, oh so beautiful Your skin against my hand Synaptic message from your heart A love-song
by ~SEROtoneIN
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