Dripping from crying cliffs
tears make waterfalls
streaming into the sea of ink
carrying words unsaid
coasts erode
since mountains think
they're in the way
I think the same
shaken up and scared trees
cause flighting leaves
and embers flicker
remnants of a burned-out forest
ask the dusk
are you still there
should I wait with what's left
in the shadow of the deserted
in the whirling wind I wonder
why when you let me fall
don't I let you go
whispers carry in the breeze
sweet lies said to please
time asks new questions
and I feel a different way everyday
decaying to grey
hope a barren plateau
for rebuilding better worlds
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Rough Sketches
PoetryLike rough sketches these poems outline my ideas. They summarise my thoughts and feelings but leave enough unsaid for you to colour in the rest. For some poems (Under, Walk to You) I used song lyrics as inspiration to help me get writing. The lyric...
