I was born to wander,
Between the broken hills and twisted tree’s
To obsess
Over the torments in my dream’s
To always seek
And never reach
In the lands of shadows Is where sleep
Though to whom
This may concern
Ive lost it all and learned to hurt
Ive been low
Ive had no home
Ive been weary right down to the bone
I push on,
Im still awake
For the needs I will forsake
Its what I want
That im after
I will not bow to the rapture
There is a term
A different breed
This I belong, this I heed
I fight […]
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Wanderer
The more honest you become with yourself, the less honest you can be with others, because you the more you sound like a nutcase.
Wheeee
I love my bycicle, it’s so worn and loyal. Getting rusty, and it’s a couple notches too big for my size which makes stopping and restarting a hassle and the front brake’s busted.
I daydream about getting straight out rammed by a monstrous car (then again what car isn’t a monster? Is there something uglier and more insulting than concrete?), a mangled bloody mess of broken nerves and metal lying on the pavement, a brainwave sliced by a cog.
An acrobatic improbable tumble where […]
Up, up, up she climbed the mountainside
A wanderer ever tattered and forlorn
Pausing a moment as she arrived
At her edge of the world
Having travelled far and wide
Paths trodden once and never again
Gazing over the graceful cliffside
With which no beauty could contend
Her soul emitted a spent cry
For she had passed a life
Simply alone, completely untied
To anything in the realm of Time
Yearning for a peaceful culmination
For her broken body, if not her broken mind
During this regretful lamentation
Sharp weathered eyes suddenly spied
The wispy smoke of a village down below
Floating up into her cloudless starry night
Down […]