EscapeFlying- escaping My tears.Falling- embracing my Fears.diving- Discovering more.Dying- surrendering Face to floor.Creating- crawling into my Art.crying- succumbing to Tears that dart.Soaring- making a Grand Escape.Sleeping- embracing My eternal Fate.
The Abandoned Masterpieceam I invisibleOr do you choose Not to see meAm i not loud EnoughOr do You ignore meIt is obvious you are Aware of this existenceYou created it, made it into the Mess it isI am a project, A work of artAbandoned in lust, Abandoned in distraughtI count my blessings at NightBut somehow you Slip my mindAll was For naughtYet Nothing forgottenI am aloneA beauty, a MasterpieceAbandoned by my lover, Abandoned by my creator
RunningRunning from fear.Running from the past.One moment, a lifetime, is spent here.The next, he is gone at last.Running from life.Running from pain.Running from strife.He just wants to be home again.Dozens of sneakers he has worn.Each time his heart breaks, they are torn.Thousands of times he has lapped the track.Thousands of times...too afraid to look back.
The FieldsFields of mustard, splashing with Colour.fields of Mustard, Flirting with The wind.the Fields of mustard, like Skyscarpers above us, conceal our Bodies as we Lay on the Forest floor.The fields Of mustard, fleeting though They are, lay a Pathway of curiosity as we run From our Lives and live in our Dreams.