Keep Calm and Beethoven On: Typical Tuesday-Soil

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Typical Tuesday-Soil

I'm running behind this week, so here's Tuesdays post, thrown together at the very last minute, here's- Soil.

Soil

Trod Upon

By everyone

What if we lived

If we lived

If we were alive

What would life be like

Soil is

Not Bliss

It's a dirty little thing

Soil Is

What Is

Our path to make the way

Sorry for the last minute madness, and have a great rest of the week!

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A snippet of my mind...

In my dreams, I see words. They float around, just out of my reach. I wonder what they say, what story they tell. What lesson they teach. But even as I more forward to reach them, they pull back, not wanting to come out. A secret running away from it’s keeper. But when I wake, I feel them. I can almost hear them. The words. They fall upon me, begging to break out onto the blank page of my notebook. But then, I fall to the ground, defeated by the words. Because the words are too strong. Too powerful. But still, beautiful and fair. And though I know if I go any closer, run for them, I will fall. Because gorgeous as they are, they are deadly. They will kill me when the story comes to an end. Because all words have a beginning and an end, but the end is always more brutal. For the end, is when the story’s heart stops beating, and when it does, it takes a piece of my soul with it.