Glimpse of a Statue Something peripheral catches my eyes...And transforms into a being without mass-It moves!And shakes the bones that keep me together!It swirls like a dance, supernatural,More like a lark unheard of!It moves in its placeBUT REACHES ME!And for long I was too scared to see---this newly placed statue that scareds the whole of me
Subject of Mockery.... Maybe she's all deadGrieving melancholy, bitter...Still tears, entrapped as they shatter...Maybe because she's all gone,after all some obsolete appearance-an ancient horror for remembrance....All throughout a void, petrified,Lost and stolen, stolen and lost, forlornThough she drowns in a crowd as a good earthly meal-A societal spice not one of manybut a rare impossibility is she?
Giving Up Giving up-is nothing but a statementman would use to confuse his soul.You only succeed in giving up...when you finaly ceased to care,to love......and you will not.so far beyond your doom,most undesireable,understand why tears actually shine,...and touch you whole,even in the dark..They are not telling the world of your pain...but of the light that transcends from your heart.
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Victoria Baitson
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A restless soul that exudes melancholy;
A black heart drowning in euphoria;
A great mind scarce in madness
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