.43.I have a paranoia With wide, frightened eyes Cowering within me, But always watching. It feeds on the words of others And the expressions on faces given, Claws between lines and scavenges For disapproval..43.
I have a worried mind That constantly fears Of the words said behind backs And the thoughts kept to self, Forever wondering if someone Has the wrong idea. Never finding a place It believes it will fit in And rarely ever seeing a face It doesn't believe Might harbor hatred.
Wherever I may go, I ponder on the th
.42.Under a blanket Surrounded by cold With eyes fixed on a clouded sky. In this moment With your voice And your warmth, and smile I find perfection..42.
Runaways. From one's skewed logic,
But also from elements So much bigger, Like a world Lacking morals... Destruction and decline, Ignorance And attitude.
Together, entwined Speaking of the things around us. Tonight, I look down at you Resting upon me Speaking to me And over and over it comes to me: 'How beautiful.'
You, And we, &n
.41.When I found her again, She was standing on the beach, at the edge of the water, Staring out at the horizon, Hair blowing gently yet wondrously, Trying to decide if she really did exist. I could sense her there, before I even admitted a thing, Before I truly could tell myself, There she is, Standing right before me..41.
I watched her for a while. She was new, she was transparent, She would not stand still, Even though she never moved her feet. I thought her like an image on the television, On a channel so unclear That the figures danced across the scr
.34."There's nothing to do in the night," He screams And I'm standing nearby Amidst the life. Drowning out his howls I face the shore And watch it meet the glass. They gather in a wavering line And I could swear they're all just demons Waiting for their turn. I glance over. My accomplice stands, a shadow in the shade Hair blowing across his face, But he is nonexistant. I blink, and nothing stands. I blink, and nothing stands. On a boat, reality gathers up his things And I wait, a ways away Reflecting on how nothing will be comfortable now..34.
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The city Holland in Michigan that's somewhat Dutch-themed.
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Holland AKA The Netherlands and Michigan...
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A place in Michigan called the Netherlands?
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... I'll just wait. Eventually they'll be visible. Or so I rather hope.
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