Poems from divinity11

"There are dreamers and there are realists in this world. You'd think the dreamers would find the dreamers and the realists would find the realists, but more often than not the opposite is true. You see, the dreamers need the realists to keep them from soaring too close to the sun. And the realists, well without the dreamers, they might not ever get off the ground."
Perpetual Escape, Undefining - Driven Divine Incentric Indigtation, Ceasing Conformity, Losing Yourself, Lost To Find Ones Self, Elapse...
Letting nature take its turn on me. Feeling the grass prickle my calves,  Poking its way through my clothes- Demanding entrance to brush...
After the door shuts and the footsteps die, I surf the darkness before my eyes. The vast emptiness goes on and forever I see, Nothing more...
The knowing of time not being long enough- We waste it with our assumptions of its endlessness.  We assume theres enough,  That there will...
When you walk through the door, And say hello to me, With an abashed and quite face, You look to them with no word. No kindness to offer...

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