Prosy Something
July 27th, 2009
The music that moves me,
The lyrics that sooth me.
Feeling, rhythm, ignite.
Softly singing deep inside.
The heart that beats,
The blood that leaks.
Flowing script beneath the pen.
Pages turning before my eyes.
Worlds turning.
Worlds burning.
And the angel unfolds her wings.
~Spirit~
Don’t ask me where this came from. It was trapped somewhere in the catacombs of my laptop and I just now decided to free it. I’ve no mind as to what mood I was in when I wrote it but I like it. :) Something in me must have been itching to get out that day.
you gotta scratch :)
Hehehe, this comes from my ‘special’ junk folder of forgotten nuggets of half mined gold. :D
Sometimes the words that just seem to manifest on their own are the best ones. I like this! ~LisaB.
Yay! Thankies muchly! :D I’ll have to dig out some of my other ones- they get a bit weird at some point but they’re all… not sure if there’s one word to describe it. They’re parts of me as your prose is parts of you.