scent ~ or crush # 5 ~ Ah, she left a bit of clothes soft, warm, her scent, longing grows I hold them to my cheek and sigh, wondering if she knows. Her scent, gives me vision to see only her love can set me free I hold them to my cheek and die Knowing we can never […]
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scent ~ or crush # 5 ~ Leave a comment
Oh God ~ Leave a comment
Oh God ~ Oh God, w .What is the answer to my troubles? h .How can I have done this to myself? y .Yearning to undo the things I have done, h .Having only begun to recognise my sins, a .another chance I beg of you. v .Valiant and noble I would be, e .Even unto […]
Mind ~ Leave a comment
Mind ~ This headache wont go away, my stomach is so sour. The clock ticks on and on; Louder by the hour. Flowers blooming in my yard, smell like summers death. Their time is done and so is mine; I’m feeling out of breath. Each day gets longer, My mind now so tired. Thoughts come sluggishly; […]
Go on ~ (or) For you? ~ Leave a comment
Go on ~ How can I go on without you, when everything I have ever done, everything I have ever thought, everything I have ever wanted, every thing I planned to do, was for you? How can I forget you, when all my dreams, all my hopes, all my faith, all my love, was for you? […]
Vexation ~ Leave a comment
Vexation ~ Isolated from humankind, free of bothersome demands I find union with creation. Serenity is salvation. A fictitious audience, ghosts often from my past, critique work as it progresses. Phantoms cheering my successes. This solitary time is pretense. No way to elude pestering demands. Called away from artistic rapture, burdens triumphant in my recapture. […]
criticism ~ Leave a comment
I write these lines to free what is within Lacking liberation I fear my demise The words are not for you they exist by themselves These compositions are nature a natural phenomenon Nature cares not for criticism faultfinding will have no impact Cast stones into the sea analyze now your tremendous influence © […]
insomnia ~ Leave a comment
insomnia ~ Eyes sting burning, itching. Back is sore aching, bruised. Heart beats fast racing, buffeting. To hot perspiring, torrid. Trapped claustrophobic, brainsick. Head spins accelerating, reeling. Lying here awake, insomnia. © Copyright 2006 – 2012 Aarron Laidig Endurance and the Life Eternal
