Riddle Of The Sphinx
[C] arried as a baby, I whined and cried all day. [O] nce I hit my toddler years, I'd have fun with friends and play. [M] any years later, like three, i lost a tooth.
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[C] arried as a baby, I whined and cried all day. [O] nce I hit my toddler years, I'd have fun with friends and play. [M] any years later, like three, i lost a tooth.
A moment here. A moment there. A minute of happiness and godly bliss. A minute of sadness and harmful tears. A day today. A day yesterday. A sun. A moon.
A caterpillar left its home and returned as a butterfly It had a déjà vu moment for a little while Surveying its ancient family's tree Then, it flew away to be wild and free It was lured by an...
Two Rose. In harmony. From their beds,. Chose. To see the day. As a possibility. Rather than a. Disability. Dragging them down. Into earth. They ate good food. Drank rain. Gave birth. To two.
A warm and gentle breeze caresses my face as I sit back and watch the sun as it disappears below the shimmering horizon.
Trees project high overhead like spires towards the heavens. As I lay here, or perhaps more correctly, as gravity works upon my mass, gently tamping the loose soil, the broken twigs and leafy decay.
Two little dicky birds sitting on a wall One quite short and the other quite tall Although they were different their hearts were as one For they loved each other as much as anyone Spring in the...
And dawn comes, and here is Light. Light is beautiful, in every way. And light comes, and here is Day. Day is beautiful in glorious sunrise,. And day comes, and here is Life.
Today I'm in your mind Tomorrow I'm in your heart Yesterday I was blind But now our future can start What are the variables of love. Attraction, lust, communication, trust.
You start as a green stud. But grow, change is on it's way. You're outgoing with a bud, No, you won't be a bouquet. Purple majesty Delightful aroma Soft, silky petals, Yet you're in a coma.
.Roots. Grow. Flourish. Nourished. New. Midlife. Scraped bark. Peeling. Withering. Shrivelling. Dying. Dead. Fallen..
Birth of a child as he takes his first breath Emotions of a nurse as she sees her first death Grins of the man with his lottery win Ire of the girl who confesses a sin New homes, new lives, a chance...
#bestofopuss #acorns [a personal favourite] You scream like an autumn dawn, A crowd of red, yellow, orange, brown, Baying towards an ever dying sun, Trying to hold on to the hem of The last days of...
Permafrost, Beautifully impregnated, With infinitesimal, Life. Sunlight, Classically illuminated, With unimaginable, Life. Ocean, Magnificently agitated, With insatiable, Life.
When we are born We are fragile Innocent Lost Soft Broken And gasping for comprehension.
Most of the worlds actions. Breathe life. Formulating further interactions in time. They possess many continuing cycles. From the simplest form of misplaced sincerity.
I though I'd make a little rhyme About the (for me) most peaceful time The time of the day where I feel relief When I end up feeling light as a leaf This is the time, once or twice a day Where a...
Once, I beheld the spring-time trees and I Marvelled at their colours: greens, browns, purples - A festive trinity - adorned the leaves. The showers came and went while the trees grew.
Golden hued leaves fall graciously to the ground. All the little squirrels stop and turn transfixed to the sound. Pollen lost from the legs of bees coat the glistening floor.
A boy who has dreams. In a mans weary body. With arms with no reach. And weak trembling knees. I had wants I had needs. Which were ripped at the seems. Now there's pain when i breath.
There he sits, In the corner alone. The fruit he should bare, Is rotten to the bone. He sees all the others, Sparkling with glee. Why doesn't the sun, Come and shine on he.
I stand there. Why am I not played with. My chains are frost bitten its as cold as hell in my village. Mid winter, comes heavy snow. I'm saved, by a warming and soft blanket gently falling on me.
~Just a little piece I wrote in English.
So to this world I'll say goodnight, Up these stairs, I'll tumble from a height. Until at the bottom I'll land or fall. Restart the journey or hear the 'call'.