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wandabitch Jun 2013
you dislocate a broken image of your frame
of a unrepentant distant life.

as sure as you are still alive

So off with the heads,
you despise a dream of lies.


i want to gaze into night skies
I only gave it a test,
make sure that love is safe.
you haven't slept in quiet awhile
and in the dark side
there are consequences set
in the dead of the night.
wandabitch Jun 2013
i moaned a thought to a certain sigh, why am i such a mess?
that rain looks like shine and actions unrefined?
what a beauty waisted on time.

i saw,
i saw,
what truly lay there.

too sweet to lay bear,

why was it so hard to see,
that ,leaving meant
leaving ache to seed.

let nature be free,
i must be a little crazy..
WORDS ESCAPE this sad story
wandabitch Jun 2013
never feeling this much ever felt so down
as a river was pushed over night and dawn,
so it was the injustice that breaks the love.

like a water of reason drawn to its halt,
do i know the truth that I was at wrong.

does a writer tell so what it was now
bring down this mountain,
I've seen the moon.

reflecting a lost forgotten view,
it was me the less and you the few.

Tangled in a drunken fog and still I knew
that loosing is the greatest fear.

Now i cling to rocks and wind.
the only thing at cost.
wandabitch Jun 2013
dipped into the sea
the ocean breathes salty,
sunk into the sand
and floating on the wind.

carried by a drifters song.
and we flow into the other's soul.

like a mystic fire's burn
and it glows,
caught within the makers hands.

travelling down old roads,
bring the dirt to be sown.
marked by days end,
as ancient as man.

and so the story goes.
wandabitch May 2013
heard an echo off the walls, yeah
coins dropped inside wishing hearts
splashed me off.
fused by metallic bonds too
strengthen hope like
DNA strands do, yeah
so i caught your falling thought
and climmed up the
dark, sounds like
wolfs howling at
the moon.
wandabitch May 2013
inside a passenger seat breathing in a static drive
leaving rolling hills to the ocean's waves
let's slip into the sands.
hide inside our skin
and dive deep.


I'll meet you on a shore
beached and shy,
full of life

and thirsty.
wandabitch Apr 2013
when we laugh we cry
into a comic masterpiece.
in slow motion we control
what moulds peace
into a letter.

what touch soon grows
attached to the soul
electricity

to close and yet far away
metallic bonds the
cigarette to the hour  glass


and i fold
this is what must be said, about the electrons
that thread,
our lives into a piece of art.
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