Night Cap

by GingerDarkstar

January 13, 2015

This ashtray is all astray

I am gone with your lack of dignity…

These stepping stones seem too rough

I am fleeting fast

Hurt

My killer instants tell me no

Yet forbidden is yet to repair

I want… I want.. and I want…..

I will kneel to the knee

And promise a million words

Where is my heart?

Where have I gone and what have I become?

Distrangia… not a word… it is nonsense.

We are all strange..

Shall be gay and dance in the moonlight

the sun is unforgiving

my muse... my muse......

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GingerDarkstar

Just finding my way after many years of being lost... Living the California dream again and recovering from a twisted past... Each day, the Earth still spins and great things can become of anyone... What you see is what you get. I am either completely isolated, or the extreme opposite depending on my mood and the day. I am an advocate for Mental Health causes amongst other things. Learning to live a day to day life basically, but my past is full of chapters. Traveled and lived... I enjoy free flow writing, creative writing, stream, etc. Mixed Media Artist...

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