GoneBye.
~OnionHeadHat
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Collected ThoughtsLooking down I see old photos, How did these get here? Down further, old writings lie. Seemingly therepeutic then, They serve me more now.Collected Thoughts
A cheap laugh in silence.
The sound is odd, unwelcome, A laugh that shouldn't be here now. It should be in some other time more appropriate, Now the noise just compounds how I feel.
But then the silence is gone, Sad songs fill the air around me, And somehow it changes the room.
I look up, A kiss and she was gone.
by ~OnionHeadHat
As It Rolls Past...As it rolls past, I see motion in stillness, I see safety in odd places, I see Irony.As It Rolls Past...
As it rolls past, I see darkness in light, I see absence in opulence, I see Ignorance.
As it rolls past, I see connections through the disconnected, I see it where it shouldn't be I see Restriction.
I can hear it.
by ~OnionHeadHat
Dark ReflectionAs I stare into the thin layer of moving water, the dark space combines with the liquid to create an image of my upper body that reflects back to my eyes. This reflection however is one tainted by the darkness, and I see myself as a mere silhouette, blurred at the edges.Dark Reflection
Water drops around me, onto the liquid which my silhouetted reflection is created in. This creates strange, surreal shapes in my reflected body, and at that moment my eyes open fully, and suddenly my other half is gone. All I see is dim light shining from the water into my eyes.
I try to see my reflection again, so enthralled as I was by the effect,
by ~OnionHeadHat
DayDreamAs I sit, I think, and as I think, I dream. Not a dream of the night, with surreal inventions of my own mind, swirling in never ending activities, creating images in my head that last until I wake up. These are the dreams where I suddenly become still, breathing becomes easy and I pass my glazed eyes over the objects I see.DayDream
All activity ceases, and I make strange intangable connections between things, lines in between tiles create pictures for me to ponder over, the shape of the covers on an unmade bed, "How did they get to be that shape?". All of these connections, images, thoughts run through my head at breakneck speed, yet tim
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Thanks for the friends thing,cheers.
Ill return the favour.4D.
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Check out the new fiction. Weirdest yet
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You still alive?
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