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An open letter to the one who got away,
My thoughts betray me every night and every day.
My want, it searches, trying feebly to find a way,
To get you back,
To win you back,
Please..just stay.

An open letter to the one who got away,
The one who magically made blue from puffs of gray,
And though you'll listen to no single word I say,
Just want to say something to the one who got away.



Who could ever resist such a beautiful man as you?
 
Invisible me,
The me you see, or think you saw,
Mere flesh and blood,
The cut, purely raw.
Not some flashy spark in a shiny, new pan,
Just pieces of a human, a broken, standing man.
Understand,
The blood flows, and I know nobody knows
The constructs of my thoughts that continue
to make my mind go.
Like my mind is on blow, snorting, sniffing away,
Ambrosia addicted scholar, hollering for things to change.
Invisibly me, invisible, you see?
Are your eyes still squinting?
In this glare, do you believe what seems to be my schemes?
What in the hell does my presence even mean?
Am I a herald? black winged dragon spitting flames?
A nameless face? Or even a faceless name?
A morbid corpse, or a capsule of menacing glee,
Prone to creating puddles where mere dripping should be?

Invisible me. Living transparency,
or transparently.
or translucently, rather lucidly
Proving both the good and evil in me.
The delight and sin within,
The joy and pain to gain by being all things to all men,
Steadily changing the game.
A chameleon, fastly fading
Deeply in stormy waters, wading towards the horizon
and the sun.
Invisible me.
Tell me, do you see?
 
An open letter to the one who got away,
My thoughts betray me every night and every day.
My want, it searches, trying feebly to find a way,
To get you back,
To win you back,
Please..just stay.

An open letter to the one who got away,
The one who magically made blue from puffs of gray,
And though you'll listen to no single word I say,
Just want to say something to the one who got away.

Invisible me,
The me you see, or think you saw,
Mere flesh and blood,
The cut, purely raw.
Not some flashy spark in a shiny, new pan,
Just pieces of a human, a broken, standing man.
Understand,
The blood flows, and I know nobody knows
The constructs of my thoughts that continue
to make my mind go.
Like my mind is on blow, snorting, sniffing away,
Ambrosia addicted scholar, hollering for things to change.
Invisibly me, invisible, you see?
Are your eyes still squinting?
In this glare, do you believe what seems to be my schemes?
What in the hell does my presence even mean?
Am I a herald? black winged dragon spitting flames?
A nameless face? Or even a faceless name?
A morbid corpse, or a capsule of menacing glee,
Prone to creating puddles where mere dripping should be?

Invisible me. Living transparency,
or transparently.
or translucently, rather lucidly
Proving both the good and evil in me.
The delight and sin within,
The joy and pain to gain by being all things to all men,
Steadily changing the game.
A chameleon, fastly fading
Deeply in stormy waters, wading towards the horizon
and the sun.
Invisible me.
Tell me, do you see?

Both are beautiful. Glad to see you writing again. :heart:
 
I'm glad this is back...even though there's not a lot of activity currently. I'm not doing a lot of writing. But maybe this place will give me a reason to pick it up again. Hopefully others start contributing again as well.
 
I'm glad this is back...even though there's not a lot of activity currently. I'm not doing a lot of writing. But maybe this place will give me a reason to pick it up again. Hopefully others start contributing again as well.

NS, thanks for posting while I was away. Im trying to get back in the swing of things
 
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