untitled poem from the night of March 18th, 2013

untitled poem
London


S
eductive eyes lurking behind the words,
…will you find me when you lose your bridge?
Is there room for stolen hearts in a sea in ​​which one drop is of no use?
…they say that every solitude needs self-pity,
for pity to hold.
Tear up a small wound that grows diamonds.
Stop. Stop time in your long and drawn out free hand.
You.
If someone should take freedom seriously it should be
You.
For your freedom is not bestowed by you,
and your freedom was given for free.
is that why you don’t appreciate it?
If you close your eyes for a while,
you’ll realize…
that it is only in you,
that everything exists.
…that without you,
there  is  not  the  image  of  others .


flora cash

the night of March 18th, 2013

london, u.k.

london, u.k.

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high tide

lyrics to high tide

down by the river… we were looking for,
some mem’ries on the shore.
cold as a metal… we were paranoid…..
as hell about the whale,
about the whale.

the tide tried to get us…
the tide tried to grab us.
the tide tried to take my baby from me.
we took to the fences,
we turned to the fine line,
where it resides…
where it resides.

down by the river… we were all alone,
’cause everyone was bone.
sand… we were sinking… as we tried to find…
some prizes from before,
from before.

the tide tried to get us…
the tide tried to grab us
the tide tried to take my baby from me
we took to the fences
we turned to the fine line
where it resides…
where it resides.

March 13th, 2013
flora cash

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the stairs and gate that were our escape... my love and i were spared

the stairs and gate that were our escape… my love and i were spared