fog
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the air is thick with sky
its heaviness settles over me
and there is no telling
where you end
and i begin
with just one step
careless
or careful
I could submerge into you
Fog is silver, white and wispy
Fog comes out when the air is chilly
It hangs over cities, farms and houses,
It blinds the cars and trains
If anything is in fog's way it's swallowed up in misty blankets
Its veil that surrounds me,
Soft and secure,
In thin, sleepy wonder,
The world is obscure.
The thick air heralds thoughts
Of misty ship moorings
A sloop, gliding in to rest
Oh what a
fog I glimpsed today;
in a peculiar way,
it steamily lay.
It seemed to say
“hello” and “hey”
and depraved the morning day
of its fresh ache,
suspending heartbreak
There is a veil over my eyes,One thick, and made of fog,Made of years of sighs,And risen from a malodorous bog,
Tip toeing the trail of self destruction
Teetering on the edge on insanity
Submerged my soul in sulfuric acid
Sewed my eyes shut from reality
It's over when you can't break down
When tears slip down her bronze skin,
She seeks warmth from the fire.
So far away, she craves it with a
Burning desire.
The crisp winds shroud her in the cold.
Settling downward, the road’s early haze
Unable to see height of trees as I gaze
The world now shadowy, and dim, and shy
Seamless grey stretches across the chilled sky.
In the summer dawn I took to the mountain and field,
Hopping the creek, and breathing the spearmint yield.
Passing the pond, I startle the heron perched in the pine,
A thick fog prevents sight
This ship is at the hands of God
Out of hopelessness there's no flight
The vessel was crafted flawed
A worn out face stares through the fog,
forgotten voices fill her head.
The dripping of the constant rain,
diminishes the never ending pain.
Two dim lights finally appear,
Weeks on end this fog has not lifted
It blurs my vision and
my mind's nerves are racing
crashing, connecting, circling
tangling itself with this dense fog.
Today, the skies are gloomy
I remain here.
I'm frozen in place,
No one is here to warm me.
No one is here to wipe my tears.
No one is here to hear my screams.
No one is here to chase away my fears
Alexis. That is my name.
Many know it.
Few get to know me past it.
Shy, quiet, smart is all they see.
Though one cannot blame them.
Those three are all they are allowed to percieve.
He is winter.
He is the excitement that takes over.
His eyes are snowflakes, drifting in the wind, carpeting the land in a cloak of white.
His lips are the colors only shown by the setting sun, colors of pink.
Pillows of cotton settle
drifting like ghosts
masking the view of towering stone
hair curling in the palpable air
drooping eyelids, heavy breath
heels on concrete clicking in step
The sky looks dark
The sun comes out but cannot be seen
The coughing begins
The air is as thick as soup
How do you make sense of an upside down chair
when the sky sees the surface that belongs to the eyes of the earth
put it right side up again and then finally it is useable
yellow chairs bowing to the trees
Floating
Hovering above where I want to be
Reality isn't about keeping calm
or carrying on
Reality is fog in a forest
Orange trees swallowed whole
Unaware of what is said or heard
Good morning and good night
To you whose always let me down
We're dancing apart in this twilight
You're rising sun tares me down.
I followed you into te haze
Not realizing you never looked back
I love the fog
Making an ordinary night
dark and mysterious
your mind racing
questions puzzling you
what lies behind the grand doors of mist
the unknown
This fog, it so enchants my worldto make a man out of a tree.What sort of creature will it tryto make, then, out of me?
I would wait for weather right
And when it is, it’s often night.
I roll and cover hills and plains
And reduce the vigil of lords and thanes.
The way the rain disturbs the waves,
the small splatters in the silence.
The fog covers the sea to stop us from seeing
water hitting water, causing bigger waves;
a disturbance to normality.
