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The PatientI lay alone at night with just the pillows cold and firm Silence my companion and she sounds so sweet tonight Sorely needed sleep just a few flickers of the eye away And I keep the covers close, just in case it’s cold outsideThe Patient
Slowly, patiently waiting for the dawn to rise I lay awake without that sorely needed sleep And imagine a world that’s immaculate and clean My disposition different from how it’s always been
Instead of dreams I count the sheep as they jump o’er a crooked fence I feel I’m owed at least an hour’s time as some small recompense
by ~MidnightLinguist
"Come Away""Come Away""Come Away"
Two lovers dance to a rhythym strummed from the guitar Backed by piano keys untouched before by human hands A sound so new that everything is improvisation There is no choreography in this passionate dance
Foregoing such formalities as names and ages The boy and the girl, the man and the woman move Together they move as one, their minds moving their feet A soft hand upon her back becomes rigid for the dip
And when brought back into place, her face an inch from his They embrace and all the world seems to slow down For mere seconds they stare long
by ~MidnightLinguist
"Emerald Hills""Emerald Hills""Emerald Hills"
The flowing hills of tall green grass Unkempt, swaying this way and that A man sits in the midst of the wind His hands folded like origami swans Wrinkles that show the weariness of time
His sword lies by his side, ready to defend The life which he has worked so hard to make But now, the silver steel is dormant The man trying to find some small measure of peace
A similarity to which none has been found For hope is the only bringer of peace That man can seek to attain
In an instant the man's eyes open The world before
by ~MidnightLinguist
WandererA village, easily missed and never eye-catching A man that does not belong He dresses unlike how a villager should And holds no significance to this quiet little town He is known only as a wandererWanderer
His sandals make imprints in the dirty town streets While each other set was made by two feet It sets him apart in this quiet little town As a person who has never belonged
The straw hat on his head covers all but his chin Sharp and strong with a scar running up His entire face shrouded so that no one can see
He wanders through the town without speaking a w
by ~MidnightLinguist
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- Current Residence: Sanger, TX
- Interests: Writing and the way of the sword
- Favourite movie: Seven Samurai
- Favourite band or musician: Alexisonfire
- Favourite genre of music: Whatever I'm listening to
- Favourite artist: Ikuko.
- Favourite poet or writer: E.E. Cummings and William Wordsworth
- Favourite photographer: Ikuko.
- Favourite style of art: Charcoal
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- Wallpaper of choice: Samurai Champloo
- Skin of choice: My love's.
- Favourite game: Final Fantasy IX
- Favourite gaming platform: PC
- Personal Quote: "We cannot force people to our way of thinking. All we may do is influence."
- Tools of the Trade: The pen and the pad.
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