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The Clouds by ~Lighty

3-6-12 untitled writing Repetitious rambling shakes the whiskey glass in hand3-6-12 untitled writing by ~Lighty
Hands that have seen better days
Stained with blood sweat and vomit of before
Longing for a touch lost long before
Chips of memories leave these hands with the winds
One finger to the forehead and it all rushes back a sweaty torrent
Of tears that fill a once full glass of memories
The glass breaks once again as shards slice swiftly into sinews filling
Painful palms pulsing bloody red perfection down these hands
These hands miss the wondrous whiskey ramblings of a stone cold sober man


3-4-12 writing untitled The monster sits upon Annalynn's shoulders3-4-12 writing untitled by ~Lighty
Came from well beneath her skin
Rhythmic circles paint the walls
of late night empty emotional gazes
at the clock waiting for sleep as
her agitation waits for its worst
enemy slumber sweet slumber where
she can give into a world with
her sister Amber
One day she'll lose the monsters
that came with the flames and
lack of ability to defend Amber from
the heat that ate her in her sleep
Annalynn wishes for the strength a
bit too late and when the strength
comes the walls come crashing down
the world inside her head is the only
world within and without Amber in
her world the flames just