

WordsSittin' by my lonesome, starin' at my fears/ Workin' to hold back tears, from years, of empty words/ It's absurd, all of the false pretenses and broken promises/ Late nights listenin' to vessels of lies, scripted lines, the letters intertwined/ To fire bolts of dishonesty my way, thousands of blows to the heart, here I lay/ I'm just another casualty, of twisted vocabulary, caught in a phonetic jihad/ Nouns and adjectives, descriptions of feelin's, cloudin' my thoughts, a verbal fraud/Words


Dream MachineI sit, navigating through hopes and dreams/ My mind is a vessel, full of wishful thinking, bursting at the seams/ Because it seems that when I dream, it's like a broken down machine/ Barely sputtering, struggling to get the parts to fit, clouded by thick steam/ The wheels are turning, but nothing moves, a kink in the mechanism/ The frustration from the complications, has turned me to cynicism/ Wondering if I'll ever get it moving, and drowning in my skepticism/Dream Machine


All That JazzDark night, soft glow of street lights, my feet clicking on cobbled streets/ A soft sound of musical notes, floating on crisp air, I move towards the beat/ The sounds grasp my ears, like two lovers, reuniting after distances apart/ I move closer, horns and bass lines intertwined with the pulse of a syncopation heart/ I see the troubadours, voices translated through instruments, telling a story of love's woes/ I begin to bop my head, my fingers meet in a snap, I move my foot to tap my toes/ The notes wrap me in their touch, cradling me in the sound, seemingly happy it's me they've found/ TheAll That Jazz
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~Annawiel~
Shadow's blood urge summers void.......
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Just You, Me, and nobody else
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