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When glasses clink,
Friends, they will drink.

This song is hard,
And so is life.
This guitar hard,
And soft as grief.

Bring, bring to life,
Sing as do birds.
It's hard to wink,
At least we try—

Bring, bring to life
The tears that dry.
Bring, sing to life,
A song that beds.


Oh sing, sing songs,
Live as bedsongs.


#ts #nss
What a tragedy, love.
To happen so quickly,
To leave us only surving.


#ts #pgnt
What a waste of knowledge,
To know someone until
Nothing else ever existed.


#ts #fg
And as soon as
The birds flocked away,
It became so much alike
A beautiful invitation,
That almost every bee
That fluttered by, fell
For that bed of flowers.


#ts #btf
The sky stopped raining,
And the earth, the air,
smelled just like you.
The memories came,
They took away every
Breath of wanted silence.
I used to mistake you
For sunsets.


#ts #lg
If we ever care,
Angel eyes,
If we ever see them…
Stars in the sky,
If we ever touch them,
Scars beyond eyes,
If we ever kiss them…
If we ever can,
If we ever…

#ts #kbts
It's when I couldn't lift
My head up that I saw the sun,
It's when I couldn't find my wings
That I realized I was the wind,
It's when I couldn't write again
That I found I was the synopsis.


#ts #wrds
And the ruin in her eyes
In all its unsad quietness,
Appeared in iridescence.
It took the blue of silence,
To learn that she was alive
And never otherwise,
So much as a book of history,
So much as a monument,
Ever ready to collapse.

#ts #h
"Your ego talks like it
Could rip a soul apart.
I listen to it to pretend
My heart is strong…
But before the weekend,
I know I could be wrong.
It takes a smile away
It breaks a soul today,
And tomorrow another.
I hold myself together,
To pretend I am not
Going to fall apart.
Today, I'll listen to it,
But tomorrow I will not
."

#ts #clmr
Your ego is funny, it gets angry at someone that simply and purely loves you. But the night will be over, the horizon will bloom above mountains, and you will come to your senses again. Love is a world, and the world is nobody's oyster.

#ts #clmr
And suddenly,
Somebody who cares,
Curiosity and a lifeline,
Beauty like a whisper,
Somebody that matters,
Somebody that sees me.

#ts #clmr
I am sick with a December kind of pain. One that stays through the January clouds, and her unforgiving rain. My brain is rotten and I am not forgiving myself, I know I will be fine when the year begins one more time. I am sick with a December kind of longing; the type of agony that syncs with time, reality and truth. I used to love the memories that came with a lot of growth. Now I wish I couldn't remember.

#ts #pgnt #de
What do I prefer?
If you'd put me right
At the beginning,
I would love that again.
But endings, who am I
Not to look in awe?
Night skies lit fires
And they're never sorry.
It's in us to long for
Mornings yet, we know
They will come again.
What do I prefer?
I prefer to just live.


#ts #clmr
And the thing about beauty is it consumes the whole of me, ultimately and completely. And I do not care if I'm the only one that sees it, however so ugly or unclear. Such slavery, my darling, you have to love it. You have to give yourself to it, and let it have you.

#ts #kbts
It rains again,
The tears that dry.
The sun will reign,
My heart will try.
If I could be a rose,
Oh what a scar,
Then I could be me.
But still, this far
The horizons see,
So my love draws
To a close.


#ts #lg
And not in another universe,
As I crumble into memory;
I crave a beautiful song,
I want a shared loneliness;
A melody fit for autumn,
A comfortable silence.


#ts #ssn
Pretty little light wings,
I have died a lot of times,
To see where the bubbles go.

It is true what they say,
A place is only as good
As the souls living in it.

I have burnt enough times
Not to love the dazzling fire,
For where sparks a flame
Dies a cold memory.

Pretty little light wings
You are where I wanna be
.

#ts #clmr
If you can find a star
In a dawning sky,
You will find a scar
In a beautiful soul's eye;
The one not too far,
With whom you'll die.
If you can find the sky,
Where many souls star;
Then you will find a sky,
With whose blue you'll die.

#ts #kbts
If I caught the world
In an empty page,
If I caught every breath,
Every pause the earth
Was silent and beautiful,
If I loved, and danced
And gave everything
And everything got back
To me the same way,
If I caught the world
In an empty page,
If I caught the world…


#ts #nss
2025/07/03 14:31:59
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