

Dome of BlueBlue soaks my watery eyes, A peal of thunder Corrodes the waves, Undulated by the moons charming pull.Dome of Blue
In this storm, I remain solemn at peace. My clothes, Two of them blue, Drowned in shades of Watery streams from a land harboring puddles.
This land With a dome, Bluest at noon, when the moon has slumbered; Spans from sunrise to sunset, Where hawks made tracks across the tired sun.
This sun Eats away at this dome of blue, Leaving little else but empty holes And orange fillings.
My eye


FreedThat lone coldness of the chilly air Swept past my weeping spirit On a night where owls sang Tunes dimmer than the stars.Freed
In this space, Overcast colors poured the walls As drops of watery emotion Paraded down my face.
Those florescent lights hissed. My fallen friend Freed Her lasting breaths, warmed My arms for one last time.
All I did was love her; But she left me. That terminal Breeze, Freed from that furry wet nose Of hers.


There is Always Light in DarkA shower of vagueThere is Always Light in Dark
Yellow light Splashed onto a damp Strewing of tiles.
Bumpy hills arose from the Terrain of my skin As cold air made tracks along My spine.
The eye could see the remains of a Pink backpack, staying Loyal to its lonesome world, Against the blurry grunge that Rode up the expanse of Bare green walls.
Water, now gloomy due to this world of Filth, left a smutty odor that fell from the rusty sinks where the pipes hissed and left music of shady water.
In this un


OrderNumbers and phrases Drowned in shades of gray and black Dance to order.Order
Some in clusters rotating, spinning To the rhythm of thought.
Each phrase and number Its own intelligence Wanders the infinite kingdom of void to find its place.
Moving by the laws of The inexhaustible universe, They continue to dance. Dancing their way Into infinity.
These thoughts do not settle. They are polite; Crossing paths, knowing Without collision.
They grow like trees. Branches extend themselves; to
peace,
mcnorris
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"keep on rockin in the free world"-Neil Young
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"Well, it's no use your talking about waking him," said Tweedledum, "when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real."
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Weeee~ Holiday <3
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A Thin Trail... its very beautiful and so lovely colours. well done
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