Some tour the world to have a look. Me, I pretty much stick to the book.
I walk the path and set to watch the. Sun walk along the dimples and rise. Up over this stagnant face. Beaming rays of warmth tap dance over skin. Ringing the lively bells of lavender cells.
Arrival of the dawn delights Singing an aubade softer than the mist; Afloat is slow silence - healing bliss Of cyan harbor that embraced the night.
The moon glistened, And Out shined, All the dead stars of the night. Gelid darkness, Glaucous sky, Pondered over the path of the moon.
Death is that lonely figure Who stands on the playground's edge And stares As the wind ripples with other children's laughter Death is that boy Who walks alone Speaks in a whisper And his eyes: Are...
I thought I had known Death But so wrong was I I thought there was nothing to fear Until death stared me in the eye I thought I had known Death In my kitten's final sigh I thought I had known Death...
Take in the last Breathe in deep Those cotton candies Are going back to sleep Children watch longingly As it finally disappears down the path Promising them With one last bath.
Hopelessness. That sick feeling. The feeling when you get tired of waiting, when you are scared to hope, when you don't want to hope at all. But of course, it's not your choice.
The sky has become yours and mine. Our breath has entertained. But slowly it disappears like a dream. Leaving a faint trail behind. In that dream, I'll be a planet, you'll be a planet.
A moment of peace. As the melodies of wind are heard by. As the cold air rushes by. As we drink in the sun. While we scream and run. As we adapt to the snow. As we bath under the rain.
Candle-lighted. I walk in the hallways. The mid-night. Is my time always. I am known as,. The queen of the night. Night is my reign. Night is when my light shines bright.
I am a bird who's broken a wing I wonder how the other birds sing I hear the whispers of the trees I see the strife of the bees I want to see the others sing I am a bird who's broken a wing I...
Hope was here. Yes it came here last night and refreshed its fill. That's the reason I feel new and whole again.
Death rages in a silent ocean; Ships sink in it every instant..
I am a sponge. Absorbing everything. Filled to capacity. But I am shrinking. Ingesting the poisons. Of a toxic society. I am a mirror. Reflecting an image. Of the world you want to see.
Looking in the mirror, what do I see.
Soft breeze threading swiftly through trees. A light drizzle adorns the sky. Flight of birds overhead. A distant sound of an aircraft. Green spaces dot the world underneath. Joined by random patterns.
When I was a child, Life was new When I was a child, I always made it through When I was a child, things seemed easy When I was a child, beauty was a day that was bright and breezy When I was a...
MARK: I love you. LEXIE: You don’t have to say it because I said it. MARK: I do. I love you. I love you. I’ve always been in love with you. I will always be in love with you. LEXIE: Yeah. MARK: Yeah.
I once had a dream where I was able to enter my computer screen, able to travel around the Internet and reach your computers, being able to hug you all and thank you for reading my words..
You are every romantic song in my PC... You are life in every lifeless words of my poetry.. You are smile in my eyes after every mischief i do... You are the song in every note i play...
You are every romantic song in my PC... You are life in every lifeless words of my poetry.. You are smile in my eyes after every mischief i do... You are the song in every note i play...
When Im down and feeling out of place. thank god i have this space. it turns my frown into a crown. lifts me up when i am down. to a wondrous place with flowers that bloom and words that sing.
The sunrays wink through the window Bathing me with an enchanting light Waking me up from these everlasting dreams Of roses and rainbows, and your spellbinding delight I have been living a life...
I tossed a thought into the air And sent it on it's way. It travelled here, and travelled there, Getting bigger every day. It wondered on and on across This wondrous world of ours.
Where can I find a world, where I wake up with a smile. Where can I find a world, where not a single soul cries. And if we did cry, the whole world would then stand beside. And will make us smile.
Sometimes I read books late at night, and the words kind of blur into this mess that I can’t sort out, can’t quite clearly cut into real and make-believe. One second it’s letters on a page and then...
Iam the prisoner of your words and the period you made shall end my life sentence. Iam the prisoner of your smile and the tears you shed shall wash my memory away.
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You said I was like a sunflower reaching towards love Back when we would race against the dawn inseparable. When lyrics and guitar strings were the language we shared.
There is so much poetry running through my veins screaming for attention exclaiming, write me write me write me down.
Sometimes I wonder why I write when seven out of ten times, I hate it.
I woke up one day with wings... I knew the science and beauty of the wind, the wonder and marvel of the skies, and the ancient secrets of places unseen by grounded human eyes.
Sunday Morning, Walking to the coffee shop Some observations... Everyone looks like they have drowned: pale and weary, hungover still perhaps. The slow march to buy coffee goes on.
You can hear them talking. In hushed voices, Almost a whisper, And then, softer. Preparing to make that leap. Ready for that performance, One last act of beauty, And then, decay. I’ve seen the ritual.
When your world seems to crash around you and the walls are closing in so that it becomes so difficult to breath, to think, to feel; Your body goes limp how desparately you would like the tears flow...
For tonight I wish upon the stars in a sky that shimmers blanketed with dismay that’s created and fed.. by me.
Sometimes when I’m driving in the rain I open the window and let the drops fall upon my shoulder Sometimes even the world needs a good shoulder to cry on...
The moon was low. the clouds slow tracks marking the sky. the grass already damp with dew. It wasn’t hard. to lie down. and let the breeze cause me to shiver. imaging it was water washing over me.
Birds, animals, and all the nature sounds surrounded Peter as he wandered through the forest. The music of the world washed over him as he enjoyed his walk.
Something happened to me today. I met a stranger on the street and for a split second our eyes met.
I’m crushed between your palms. My essence is that of a piece of paper creased and re-creased a thousand times during different moods. Ripped edges from the days of nervous twitches.
You ask me why writers are so sad, words full of gloom. We are lying side by side.
I stand at the edge of the world. The abyss looks soothing in its darkness and unimaginable depth.
Story Time.. I watched the sun rise over the ocean today, though the sight is nothing compared to the sun peeking through the valleys between the mountains.