The Boy Who Grew Up Into a TreeThe Boy Who Grew Up Into a Tree by DrowningByWords
Here stands a man, who has a boy loved to climb trees and run around outside all day, who now lives within himself and doesn't go anywhere. A man who revolts against everything including life itself, a man who doesn't live life, he merely just lives. He's become merely a thing, not even invisible just something that is there and nothing else. Something to be just passed by, something without a story or even a name. Someone who lives less than a shadow.
Life has passed him by so much that he no longer remembers his own life. Memories just blur into one another and come and go like a gentle breeze through branches, a cruel reminder of the dreams he was too scared to chase. By the time he gathered the thirst for life that we take for granted like the air or the weather, he found that the life he wasn't brave enough to live, had rooted him to the only pathetic spot of earth that he seemed to have ever known. He could no longer go anywhere, even if he wanted to. He felt surprised that the
Our Own Worst Enemy...Our Own Worst Enemy... by DrowningByWords
Short-sighted escape from one place to the same place,
Dissolving in and out of crowds; pulling clouds out of my eyes.
Living in the wrong place, the mind consumes and reshapes the universe.
Too much on our minds the heart lies; every window tells its own story.
Irritable lifetime of wanting;
Beauty is a cruel collage of all the things
We wish to be instead of who we are.
Everyone wants whatever everyone else has;
People get in the way of other people.
Days drag yearning for another age,
Even though it would probably be just the same.
Distracted from ourselves
Life is a conspiracy of distractions,
Mess is all we have and all we leave behind.
Endings are everywhere we go, we're just interruptions
Walking in and out of people like a ghost.
There's not enough time to exist,
Wherever we go the gentle are consumed by the weak.
Which is easier being faithful to yourself or to someone else?
Everyone aggravates everyone else; everything disappoints,
Everything depresses yet we dress ourselves
Night Swallows Time...Night Swallows Time... by DrowningByWords
Submerged minds everyone's to blame
As long as you do your best,
You'll belong to nothing but the dark sea.
Sleeping our lives away we're all so strange,
People are just people yet hate is sadly as old as mankind.
Night seems to swallow time.
Deep down in a lonely place, everything feels like a test.
Deceived by the tide what is past is past and yet smothers us all.
The tide sweeps up love and leaves it stranded on the edge of hate.
We're all merely darker than shadows,
Oceans of tears keep us safely apart.
Humanity outshone by animals, death lives inside of us all.
What kills someone, lives in someone else - it's in all of us.
When it's all too much I'm reminded we're all someone else's demon,
Unearthing each and every pain blocks the last pain out.
Constant pendulum of trust, values erode
It is without a doubt a greedy world. Pound for pound it's a shame
But money teaches us to wolf the days down.
No-one is interested in why the seasons wage wars;
Shades of courageous winter invade f
TreadingIntoSomeoneElsesSunsetTreadingIntoSomeoneElsesSunset by DrowningByWords
Full of worries faces are disguises of love,
Map book minds cemented in dreams of hide and seek memories.
Why do you live by a cemetery if you can't live with yourself?
Is it, isn't it? Cause living with others will be the death of you.
Landmarks and monuments are the earth's emotional scars,
People sick of other people all roads are cut veins.
Feelings hurt so easily for the world is the mind's pin cushion.
Always out of luck yet optimistic. Trails of love dissolve into hate
Or is it just the natural curse of all things shrinking and disappearing?
Spiders, dinosaurs and heaven all things unseen are scarier.
Nothing is as sad as tomorrow washed up on a beach
Like a long forgotten past, minds constantly under construction.
Bodies self destructing, dreams hunted by day - life is an obstruction.
Nothing left of me except you, futures die pasts cry
Can you be sure shadows aren't angels?
Walking through dying flowers, trees burn like all human hearts.
Words come alive but run out of breath.
Support MeTake my face in your hands.Support Me by Glitterati
Tuck your thumbs under my jaw so that the tips of them feel the right angle upward right where, inside the line of white teeth end.
Let your index fingers feel the triangle in my ear right where it connects to my head, free of piercings but tickled with hair.
Your middle fingers are almost at my hairline. The hair you've ran your fingers through so many times.
Your ring fingers are on my temples. Do they feel the steady pulse beneath their pads? The pulse that means blood and life and fear are still coursing through my veins?
Your pinky fingers graze my eyelids. And you can feel every move my green eyes make through my eyelashes.
I like the heels of your hands supporting my chin. I like the coolness of your skin on my warm face. I like the safety in you loving me.
Take my face into your hands. Please.
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Favourite style of art: Dreams+Words+Silhouettes+Tears+Stars+Hearts+Birds+Trees+Rain+Puddles
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