

CoffeeAir filled with sweet aroma, gently calling you from slumber.Coffee
You rise for it, succumb to its siren scent. But can’t you see it for what it really is? Thick, black, as it slowly drips your life away.
It’s called dependence. You are so paralysed by fear that you need acidic liquid to carry you through life.
Addicted to this bitter diarrheic society fears correction, refusing to let go, They say it’s good for you.
I say, get some self-motivation.


Red MachineYour perception of the human race is twisted like your grinning face that haunts the thoughts beneath my skull.Red Machine
The poison leaking from your lips wraps round my precious fingertips The infection creeping – taking hold.
My red blood, every cell full of hate wishes to lash out, exterminate the cause of this brutal betrayal.
But I am different from how you think I am not a red machine Heart pumping, oxygenating, fully functioning
I am a soul, operating this red machine You need not break or damage me to spread your poison through my re


FledglingsVines creep around children’s wrists Silently wishing a stop to the twists. Dusk is falling with shadows forming In forests children hide their mourning. Though branches murmer with tempests near Wind’s whisper is all the children hear.Fledglings
Great trees begin to sway A brave breeze shows them the way To the tempest beyond the sea. Zephyr reveals to them, most patiently How to unfurl their fledgling wings And soar to where an angel sings.
But children find woeful truth With time comes fading youth. One by one they slowly fall Echoing sadness thei
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You see things; and you say, "Why?"
But I dream things that never were; and I say, "Why not?"
-G B Shaw
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You see things; and you say, "Why?"
But I dream things that never were; and I say, "Why not?"
-G B Shaw
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Jean Fan (roseonthegrey) | Conceptual Photography
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Remember, amateurs built the ark.
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Have a wonderful evening.
Perhaps I should return the random fav sometime?
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To twist one purest cause
Into an honest verse,
Itself, a call to angels.
The saddened lips of song that
Kiss away our innocence
From the vile mundane.
~justb
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iSean
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