sanctuary
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Bruises of words blue and black
Pain, and disregard, and bleeding attacks
So I come to
Lines of words white on black
Ambrosia and nectar for scars
Sketched in the mind
On the sky, stars
Do you remember when we use to hang
We met in the 5th grade
You were singing this ominous song
Drawn to you , I felt your presence
You're very powerful
The fluidity of your words
A fire flickers in the hearth, warm and cheering,
Glowing and growing, its essence my heart searing.
Green, lush grass, humble in its tone
Bleeding skies, sunrise, the sun wakes up and moans
Brown trees, green leaves, warm breeze, it's here
The perfect day, to wash away, all stress, anxiety, and fear
This is how it goes.
I begin by stepping into my room.
It’s everything to me that it smells like my perfume.
It has 7 walls with a light that might go boom,
There’s something about your presence
I just can’t explain
It’s like burning fire and pouring rain
Take my hands
Take my feet
Make me your sanctuary
One word: Music.
It's always been about that.
It's just what I do. I sing.
Since I was a child I was humming tunes
And singing songs with a shell of raw talent -
A potential for so much more.
I like to let my imagination
run wilder with every
darker shade of the night sky,
as the sunset melts away
onto the other side of the world,
like sherbet ice-cream
left on the counter for too long.
The rain dropsnot from the clouds,but from the Heavens above.They drip from the treetopsand drop from each branchand nestle into leaves,glisten on webs woven tight fromspiders at night,
Growing up isn't easyThe struggles are endless.
No one can mentally prepare you for what lies ahead,in 7th grade an enlish teacher showed me how to cope with the madness.
Late at night, my thoughts come to play
Dancing in my head, each leap of thought a new a brilliant point
Sometimes bright and full, sometimes melancholy
All creating a glorious web in my mind’s theater
I know a place where all is still
It's by a lake behind a hill
And though to find, it's quite a trek
It's a lighthouse when you're about to wreck
My paradise
My sanctuary
My place of saving
When all else is lost
A confusing mess
An sweet escape
From the brainwashing
And self-harm
The confusion I feel
When you make me feel
