slowlyslippingaway

You can feel the wind, billowing past you at gale-force speeds, tearing at everything in its path, regardless of origin. You can feel the same power that tears the roofs off buildings, rips plants from their roots and pulls stray bark from the tallest trees. You can feel its powerful knives caressing your body, billowing your shirt, tossing your hair unpredictably. Picking up the dirt and leaves, the wind tears at your exposed skin, beating at it till it turns an angry red, and encasing it in the grit it carries like a prized possession on its endless journey. But you can't see it. You can hear the wind, as you lay restless in your bed at ni

The fire, burning green and blue Absorbs all warmth from me So lazy yet so envious Siphons my energy I step too close, it sees its chance Jumps up and sears my skin Scent of burnt flesh overwhelms I'm freezing from within Once lovers, now inside unfolds Such an anger filled discourse Brain watches logic pack her bags Then file for a divorce A lonesome avocado Was all she left behind. And now this olive green stone fruit Weighs down upon my mind As I have little use for this I reach and take it out I find the stone then plunge it in And run the knife about Cut in half, I ponder this; Avocado as a spread? But it is chunky

Lights rise on the dancefloor Enter dancers tempting fate Partnered with one they abhor To dance a dance filled with pure hate The two, they met through fascination, Then eye met eye-infatuation. This seeming endless admiration Bred false hope for dedication. Fantasy undermined expectation, Ensued five years of infestation. Dullness increased influctuation Of these two lovers' lost admiration. Such apathy led to love mutation, Ensued in painful isolation. Take unfulfilled love expectation, Add selfish act of sheer temptation, Concludes in lack of dedication. Twenty nine years of fragmentation; Suspicion grew, then accusatio

I know of the sweetest face A girl with an angelic smile Yet within her festers crude self doubt She no longer sees her worthwhile Beauty untamed felt passion unsurpassed Who's touch melted heart like ice But when he closed his eyes to you Your heart suffered near fatal slice Now the jigsaw lies askew Your tormented soul jagged and torn Broken inside, you're naught but berated Unable to let it go, all faces show scorn So little inside, I want to hold you tight Till you see your true beauty and worth Your natural grace, you fallen angel Warms us; you belong to this earth But your laughter is suppressed Muffled by your broken h

Symmetrical through their tarnished hearts, Two extroverts turned meek Each face, symbolic of like pain, Tears roll down each pale cheek Each one lacks a part of them, For neither one is whole Trusted the demi-devil for his charm, And he forsook each soul Both held innocence, long ago, both Were called by different names The actions may be different, but The heartbreak's still the same It's so hard to dance on eggshells Whilst carrying tender hearts, But what of innocence, some might say? 'Twas stolen at the start Metaphoric misnomers Mismatched upon each mate, One invoking loneliness, One ensuing hurt and hate Each ensna

You are an ungrateful child. Look at all I have given you-the breath of life, food, water, but most of all, a place to call your own at my expense. Yet you have abused your privileges and abandoned me completely. You pillage all that you see and give nothing in return, defiling the land and dishonouring your roots and your past. You have torn down my trees, tainted my waters with poisons, blanketed my skies with smog and tarnished my lands with toxic waste. You impetuously bulldoze the rolling hills into horizontal uniformity and hollow out the mountains, then position replacement stars in the streets to diminish the severity of the darkness