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Like Hawksley Burns forIsadoraWhy does my muse always fade so quickly? It's not that I tire of her personality or her innocence or her beauty. There's always a lack of synergy that develops over time. I suppose I start to become redundant and repeat myself, and run out of romantic things to say. Perhaps she should be more elusive, so that I only catch a glimpse of her from the corner of my eye as I drift off to sleep. Maybe I should burn for a translucent virgin like Hawksley burns for Isadora aLike Hawksley Burns forIsadora
by ~DreamsOfAntiquity
Guise of All HistoryTrapped in the void Of history recycled- Repackage the future And sell it to the masses.Guise of All History
Evolution is not a state of mind, It is a change of physiology. They think they’re thinking; Consumerism on the divine scale
Humanity gains nothing but weight, Produces nothing but soil, And buries all hope Under a blanket of oblivion.
They are sheep And will always follow their shepherd. You are their Guise, They await their massacre.
Yet they hope falsely Yet they see blindly Yet they feel numbly And yet they love
by ~DreamsOfAntiquity
Afloat on Sunken DreamsEmpty eyes, full of stars. Afloat on sunken dreams, She lay asleep to life. Her skin adorned with crystals, Her lips slightly parted and blue. Breathless, Motionless, Lifeless And gazing coldly into the night.Afloat on Sunken Dreams
by ~DreamsOfAntiquity
To Dance Among DreamsThe yellow-green oak leaves fluttered energetically as if playing with the rush of air that tickled their undersides. They would almost fly away were it not for the strong oaks, who held them fast to their boughs. Strong oaks which were strongly rooted in the courtyard below, and which in unison formed a canopy that shaded the courtyard from the harsh rays of the midday sun.To Dance Among Dreams
The yard was painted in vibrant pinks and peaches by the tall tulips which swayed, gently, as the soft breeze passed through their rows. Its supple touch made them move, slowly and gracefully, as if they danced to a sweet melodic tune.
Taking par
by ~DreamsOfAntiquity
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