Poetry
Day 724, To stay in or to stay out.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The weather is sometimes against you
The snow comes in straight or the rain just falls down.
Its nature telling you to stay home.
To enjoy the weather outside from the inside.
Day 723, Evolutionary pressures
Day's pictures, Poetry
A million years of gradual change.
Formed by the waters a pressure that shaped.
The weights that we feel now, standing up straight.
Are not like the water it’s the baggage we made.
Day 722, Shadow as a result.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The walls in your life are always there.
They often catch you at wanted times.
When the glow of a dream shines on you.
A darkened reflection is what you beget.
Day 721, bury the sword.
Day's pictures, Poetry
It’s time that corrodes the hardest will
One’s sharp and to the point.
The air that past has taken your strife.
You’re now laid out for men to see.
Day 720, don’t look.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I look in a window at a window.
I see myself reflecting on it.
As a bright light mis informed.
Reality framed contained shattered.
Day 719, no way out.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The worn-out road going home.
Where dark clouds gather above.
Drifting slowly in opposite way’s.
Pulling me in and pouring me out.
Day 718, going down.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A warm glow is leaving me cold.
My shadow collapses in me.
Dark soil is taking me over.
The night is there with my silence
Day 717, frame.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Are we painting our lives?
Or the frame that cuts off.
Do we choose our colors?
Or the brush that we use.
Day 716, separate.
Day's pictures, Poetry
You fade away, I turn away.
Who you are, I don’t know.
My time will blur, you are out.
I stay here, looking away.
Day 715, Doubt.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Do I stay, or do I go?
Nervous look in my stance.
It’s my choice or the worlds?
Fly away or be the soil.
Day 714, Drawing a line.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My line is clear where I draw on.
My old strokes washed away.
The truth the mark to stand on.
Till the sharpness fades away.
Day 713, Fading out.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The winter cold colorblind
The white tries to fade
The strong are vibrant who’s
Are standing out and stay
Day 712, In search for.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Sometimes I narrow.
The eyes see parts.
Unsharp falls
Thoughts do fade.
A light reflects.
Facets.
Day 711, Goodbye.
Day's pictures, Poetry
There you lay in nowhere land.
Between the sand and memories.
A stone to mark the time for now.
And in a stare, we’ll meet again.
Day 707, Hurry up.
Day's pictures, Poetry
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