RAINDROPS ON MY MIND

Raindrops on my mind.
A feeling of cleanliness.
How can we resist its pull?
It draws us to the window.
To watch its majestic descent.
It washes away all dirt and impurities.
Wash me.
Make me fresh and new.
Who can ask for anything more?

THROW YOUR DIRT

lifeisthefight:

You can bury me,
Throw dirt on me
And walk away.
But I will survive.
I will dig my way free.
The human spirit cannot
be extinguished.
It will continue to shine
despite evil’s attempts
to destroy it.

Throw your dirt.

I will be back.

THE RAIN

A feeling of cleanliness.    Let the water rain down on me.   I can’t resist its pull.   It draws me to the window.   I watch its majestic descent to earth.   It washes away all dirt.   The impurities left behind by humanity.   Wash me.   Clean me.   Make me feel fresh once again.

RAINDROPS ON MY MIND

Raindrops on my mind.
A feeling of cleanliness.
How can we resist its pull?
It draws us to the window
to watch its majestic descent to earth.
It washes away all dirt and impurities.
The dirt left by humanity.
Wash me.
Make me fresh and new once again.
Who can ask for anything more?

Lost in a field of daisies

Lost in a field of daisies.

Falling between the stalks.

Covered by their leaves.

Pulled down by their roots.

Darkness buries me.

Dirt envelopes me.

Illusion becomes reality.

A nightmare becomes hell.

No way out for me.

Only the faces of daisies.

THE DEAD love their games.

THE DEAD GAME

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A NIGHTMARE BECOMES HELL

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Lost in a field of daisies.

Falling between the stalks.

Covered by their leaves.

Pulled down by their roots.

Darkness succumbs me.

Dirt envelopes me.

Illusion becomes reality.

A nightmare becomes hell.

No way out for me.

Only daisies and more daisies.

THE DEAD love their games.

THE DEAD GAME

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BURIED ALIVE

lifeisthefight:

You can bury me,
Throw dirt on me
And walk away.
But I will survive.
I will dig my way free.
The human spirit cannot
be extinguished.
It will continue to shine
despite evil’s attempts
to destroy it.

Throw your dirt.

I will be back.

WHO AM I?

Who am I?
Who was I?
A man.
A woman.
A doctor.
A soldier.
Maybe a murderer.
Does it matter?
Does it matter anymore?
We all end up the same.
Underground.
Buried.
We end up as skeletons.
But it is how we are
remembered
that matters.
Our memory lingers on.
Remembered as a
doctor,
soldier,
or murderer.
It’s your choice.

A DEEP GRAVE

lifeisthefight:

You can bury me.
Put in me in a deep grave.
Throw dirt on me.
And walk away.
But I will survive.
I will dig my way free.
I will be back.
The human spirit cannot
be extinguished.
It will continue to shine
despite evil’s attempts
to destroy it.
Shine on.

RAINDROPS ON MY MIND

Raindrops on my mind.
A feeling of cleanliness.
How can we resist its pull?
It draws us to the window
to watch its majestic descent to earth.
It washes away all dirt and impurities.
The dirt left by humanity.
Wash me.
Make me fresh and new once again.
Who can ask for anything more?

DARK SHADOWS OF MY MIND

The nightmare of my mind.
Crammed with trees and dirt.
A deserted forest of the night.
No visitors or intruders.
Only death and silence.
Graves mark the spots
where life once stood.
Now all that’s left is
darkness and shadows.
Shadows drifting across
space and my mind.

HOLD LIFE IN YOUR HANDS

efemerou:

To hold life in your hands.
To have power to end its
existence or let it flourish.
Such power should never
be taken lightly.