The grips of the mind
Tearing apart the grain
Friction giving way of the
scalar emotion of the sane
Crouched alone, in the rain
Destroyiing the sent of a love.
The Disolved safty poured
onto the flower beside.
The imprint of a touch adored
slowly circulated into the void.
Knowing the lost, from within
the glue of an embrase, the embrase,
of the grass, air, love, her, and passion.
Forgetting the simple things
Overlooking the obvious things.
Slipping of the mind
Fighting the belife of what is whole.
If losing the environment of what is dear
may nothing hold back the removal of me.
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I am never into rhymes. It just happened that way.
This one is someone losing their grip on reality and memories. With that lost, the lost of life and passion for things die off as well.
Nice. I like it.
You picked up a bit of a rhyme here, and I don't know if it worked that well. The rest doesn't have any rhyme, and it jumped out at me a lot when I read it.
Danke
Wow thats deap, it feals swirly, and mistical, and passionate. I like the little tiny peices of images.