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There is a stone sinking to the bottom of a lake. Spinning and twirling around and around to expose two initials. It doesn’t matter if they are mine though I know that they are
Tall waves crash, High breakers bash, "Strong am I" It says midst clash, "For Fire burns, And Stone can churn, And Man can Learn, But Sea can last."
Silent lions roar their anger squelched Cupid has his bow poised to strike God's over there sitting on a chair Angels drop their arms in mute acceptance
I'm living in a castle made of sand. It looks to be made of some hearty stone, But I'm good at finding truth. Sometimes I pluck it out of ears, like a magician's coin. Truth is a bit more expensive.
There is a piece of you that lives inside me. I know it is there because I can feel it Along the ridges of my spine
A thrown skipping stone Sinking to the river floor Creeping to the shore
I always knew it wasn't love. At least what you felt toward me wasn't What I felt was love. I was real. Wasn't I? Maybe I am just a selfish child. I wanted a boyfriend.
You, my dear, are the stone that sinks my stomach All the birds in the high trees of my thoughts come down to investigate the trouble you make, gurgling deep down in the depths of my mind
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we are born alone we live alone we are nothing we are just a gang a gang of lonely hearts are we we may be happy now we show no care for those who care
Clouds gather overhead Making it hard to leave my bed. Once there was light But now only night And tears that the skies shed. They blanket the sky Creating the lie That there is no sun
Eyes made of ice, And a heart made of stone. Everybody hates her, She knows she's alone. All she wishes for, Is a single friend who cares. One who comforts her,
Balance my heart with a stoneYou will see that I'm sinkingI can barely breathe above the wavesBalance my mind with a cloudYou will see that I am soaringDancing with the wind
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Strength is the river; Though it seems to conform To the limits of the earth, With diligence and patience, Even the most stubborn stone Will obey the current.
I return lack-lustered from the quarry, back busted. My wife’s over yonder folding
The hatred residing within youIs testing my obligation to love you.What heart?That stone?That stone that cuts through the water, plunging to the bottom.It is caught in your toes.
Here on my back, fog softening its edges and without clouds the sky is the color of cold light shining from grey silk lingerie it is smooth and flat and could fall upon my head at any instant.
I can see, but I am blind. I can hear, though I am deaf. I can speak, yet I am mute. I find myself wandering, like a spirit, Walking the same path over. I cannot tell if a dream has taken me
My arm tears back through the air.I grip the pebble hard, holding onto it dearly,For I know that It isanother world.Familiarity in my grasp.
heart pumping blood through my veins can’t feel emotions No pain. Things are easier this way. Keep breathing, you’ll stay alive. Alive to others you seem in this world
Words inscribed to remind. Written in stone, to withstand the punishment of time. The pain escapes, with no recognition of crime I descend into darkness, carved my fate into wood.
Chip, Chip, Chip I chip away at the stone with a chizel. Its a large grey mass blocking out the sun. It's covered in a thin layer of speckely dirt. The stone is so hard my chizel can not break through.