I was not before the dreams
Cause dreams are not after the "me"
But the dream is
*
Guide me, oh demons
Through this mirrored life
Allow me to hear,
The truth within lies!
*
Lead me not into the dark,
True god, true being
True human, the heart!
*
See the mad men
Thinking out loud
Forgotten passions
Drove them where they are
*
Empty puppets, they're wrong
There has grown void
Where before was love
*
Why they neglect
Their past Golden drive?
Selfish smart pigs!
All they've got is some time.
About the Creator
Matt B.
He/Him
Life demands creation.
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Waste Not, Want Not
October winds carry chilled tidings over the lake's murky waters, promising a hard winter. Lillian stands on the shore, a colorful shawl wrapped tightly around her diminutive frame, head tilted upward, eyes closed in contemplative silence. Her tawny, yellowish-brown face is no longer etched with lines of worry but smooth; serene in the knowledge that another winter will pass her by unscathed.
By Kenny Penn7 days ago in Fiction
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