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arthritis
Aching fragilities, building over years of unwanted sacrifice and motivated prophets who seeked the finest wines in the darkest vineyards, until the loss of marrow corrupted
castle
Erupted lava particles swarm the hot air, ash and soot finding their own place on the castle's grounds, as if they had a long day of working out before their big move.
thunder
hits me from afar like the storms in the clouds. how could you expect me to hold it together with all those doubts. losing hope but gaining strength, pass here and pass away, try to explain the words of the storm but all of the clouds have taken a different form.
crane
should i lift it? should i bring it to the limits of the sky that we cannot reach? to build and construct past the boundaries, to use the intellect and precision of the human creation, to keep the empire going higher and higher..
morals
when you think i am wrong, i think you are wrong. so how can we become to mold together? we cannot. morals are nothing but statutes that society pushes upon us to keep us in line. values to others are complications to us. go ahead and force them upon us but we will surely be building our own in secret
train
As I hopped aboard the train, all thoughts and memories were flowing through my body creating this energy that made me stagnant...I knew that what I was leaving behind was so much more than it seemed to be. I didn't even look out the window, because I knew the face would be staring at me, looking for sympathy. I sat in my seat and patiently waited for the start to my new beginning
rise
the sun will rise as so will the tide; everything that thrives us is outside; not confined in a closet space; but rather free in a magical place
limo
carry me please, with champagne and liveliness, no buzzing around except for in our bodies, we drink and we smile and we clap and we converse till we arrive at our location, destined to pull up just at the right time. we parade out and sip to our days
whiskey
day one, day two. and the whiskey is still pouring into the clear pristine glass, making it hard for the words to escape his lips, while he staggers into the cupboard again to find his medicine, only to realize that this poison is his fix, and he stumbles back into the ring to realize that he is making it like this and cannot do it any other way.