another illusionit's just another blank canvas another place to waste my time filling it with wasted words of tragedy, death, and crimeanother illusion
i suppose i am a criminal in ways that only you can say i am the desperate echo of the dawning of the day
this is all another illusion it's a trick of the human eye what's the point in trying when we all just live to die
again the canvas becomes blank the same way trees lose their leaves the way they fall is fortunate for their partners shall not grieve.
a perpetual blanki'm out of inspirationa perpetual blank
i have nothing to say no points to be made another wasted day.
this perpetual blank
can i blame it on you? i have nothing to be and i have less to do.
this poem is weak the rhythm is off you have nothing to offer but a passing glance or a cough.
the rhymes are worse it makes no sense you won't get off my mind.
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"The things I want to express are so beautiful and pure" --M. C. Escher
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~Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black and the dark street winds and bends...
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I want to see the light leave your eyes.
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Lara Jade.
larajadephotography@gmail.com
l a r a j a d e . c o . uk
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"Leave an open door behind you." -Roger Clyne and the Peacemakers
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