A collection of my new ideas.

Fork Light.

Lemongrass and satin lass,
A scene quite picturesque,
Sunbeams dancing off the dandelions,
By her twirls I feel possessed.

My legs give in to her careless spins,
I delve in to eternity,
Dwindling slowly in with my stardust girl,
Avoiding all modernity.

Eyes.

I get lost in crystal blue,
Azure allure and mischief too.
Floodgates open, with a bubbling dew.
Stream shine sparkling, as a row my canoe..
My canoe.
Down the river of you.
Down the river of you.

Scrolling.

Under a cloak of darkness, with pale artificial light.
Seen all this **** before but, its so addictive at this time of night.
Maybe its curiosity or a fear of falling asleep?
My brain can't comprend the situation but I know tomorrow's gonna be bleak.

Narcissistic Terror.

Shy man,
Low self esteem,
Couldn't tell his own mother that he has lost all chance of his dreams.

Black wool,
New man,
Slits for his sockets allow him to rocket his bottles of gasoline.

Cause when you get that feeling,
You're just one of one-hundred,
The narcissist within, who was once thin, has gained an appetite.

Super Rich Kids.

Caterwauling after catacylism,
It's a usual sight,
Anguish at the mass of carnage caused,
You thought you'd shown some might,
But you're just a bumbling buffoon, who can't tie his own exorbitant shoes,
With an ego the size of LA,
But the next time your smoking and have someone else choking,
Try blow it in my ****ing face.

Dog-Tinted Spectacles.

Rumbling skies they are creeping over,
Black hands, they are making me feel colder
Its not even sadness, its another matter
Its a pair of dog tinted spectacles..
And I'm afraid of the bark.

Win?

...And this **** is getting complicated, in the midst of this quake.
Don't know if I should get my kit, or stand my humble place.
There's pros and cons to both decisions, but which one should I take.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, this dilemma is making me shake but..

I can't win.
I can't win.
I can't win, yeah yeah.
No I can't win.

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Sorry for getting distracted away from your postings, just too much going on. Keep writing Dylan, just keep exercising the potential. There are no boundaries that you can't break and no emotion that's too sacred to tap and reveal. You have great ideas, just need to let it become habit to let the imagery and words flow