yellow canaryA single yellow canary sits on the still frame of her discreet metal cage. You pass it by every morning and think of how wistfully its eyes do stare up at the sky. The window is always open, and the wind always seems to tease it with a taste of freedom that you both know it will never obtain. It’s not that you haven’t thought of setting it free. It’s more of the fact that you know, out of common sense as much as personal experience that the years of captivity have dulled it’s instincts of survival, and that it would never make it once freed. It reminds you of the times your own weak will has made you captive to someoyellow canary
A Blanc Canvas“Blank canvas”A Blanc Canvas
A blank canvas, leans against an equally bare window.
Outside thunder and rain rage with a vicious ferocity.
My hand stills on the brush,
it hovers just inches away from the surface.
I am unsure of what my next step should be. Should I paint another pretty picture for my raging public? Or shall I reveal reality?
Bare it completely, Remove the veils and the masks it hides behind.
Paint it exactly as it is, capture my own soul with these
Words I paint. These words I could only ever draw for you, when my
Northern LightsNorthern LightsNorthern Lights
I traced out your name in the constellations overhead And wondered what about you exactly was that got me Acting so completely bare and out of character. We’ve been making these plans to quit together. Emotional exhaustion takes on form when I whisper these words across to you through this glass screen.
I wonder at this point if I’ll every be able to do all these Things we’ve said we’ll do. Toss my mutilated self esteem and depreciation aside And start on a clean slate. I can almost hear you saying how if it wasn&#
SirensSirensSirens
Soft beams of light that assault the senses. Long eyelashes flutter shut in an instant. Like delicate feathers, they fall. Slow yet graceful in their descent I, myself, am helpless against them.
The song of the sirens block out
any other possible sound. Their voices, sweet and seductive whisper The words I want to hear in song. Miserable and wretched I crawl towards them On bleeding knees.
Weak and powerless against their poison tongues I am unaware of their true intentions, what hides Behind the beautiful façade.
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we ain't got no place to go
so let's go to the punk rock show !!
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"I'm insane, what's his excuse?"
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If in doubt Meriadoc, always follow your nose
- Gandalf the grey
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Ne Obliviscaris
Puzzle Pirates
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