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The spirit of a monkey Lies within me; A mischief junkie For curiosity Brings light to the soul That resides in me. A spriteful spirit Searches serenity, Amidst a world of wars By the side of me.
Little paper moon, How I can hold you in my hand... How I can move you all around... Change the waves and the sand. Larger little Earth, As pretty as can be... Warm, but yet...so cold...
This poem was inspired a while back by a poem by #Blueblotts, who has since vanished from the Opussing world.
#sundayrepost Expectations, culture, family graft onto our eyes A captivating child's toy, obscuring what's behind.
#sundayrepost (Edited the original version) Delicious Fire burning through my soul, as my white wings are ripped from my back.
As I was walking empty-handed and alone I saw something in the distance. Upon a closer look I noticed that it shimmered in the setting sun's light.
Silence between the bells does not always means the worst, sometimes it only suggests the acceptance or understanding in between.
#acrostic. Realms of Heaven Hell and Earth. Each has it's time and has its turn. Leaving Earth either up or down. In Limbo some will stick around. Gaining souls at mindless rates.
I found God in the arc of a banana peel Released from my hand Pitched perfectly into the garbage bin on the kitchen floor.
Prologue. In the end there was nothing. Just a never ending blackness so suffocating it filled the emptiness.
If a picture paints a thousand words, Then why can’t I paint you. The words would never show,The you I’ve come to know . . . If a face could launch a thousand ships, Then where am I to go.
A place I love so dear, beyond this reality, my conscious so clear. Unhindered by the limits of the body, rules of reality don't apply, no wings needed, just watch me fly.
#acrostic challenge [S]unlight; 1 million golden cogs, polished, precisely placed, on log axles by [U]ninhibited naked angels, singing praises while pulling levers, [N]ever look at the sun, my...
[W]hite rose, wrapped gently in [H]ours, Time stopped, Mankind & [I] trapped in a clock, what [T]ime is it Daddy.
I was an angel of brilliance, Who dropped onto Earth. Forced to smile at pain, And burn each drop of rain. But somehow, a Guardian Angel found me, Secured, She flew with me.
She is the creator of the world she lived in, her every word the most concrete and defined element that turned the blurry and evanescent dimension of pure fiction and imagination in a reality she can...
I am the solitary sun,. My home is in the blue sky,. I share it with the moon and stars,. And the clouds where the angels fly,. My job is to light your day,. To guide you through with my beams,.
The angel said to the ghost; 'Look at you, with all your chains' The ghost said to the angel; 'Chains.
And then the realisation of what had just happened hit him. Like a falling building his mind began to crumble. His feelings began to pour out like water from a broken fish bowl.
Up there beyond the matter Of clouds, Of atmosphere, And of the rain. They hear the sounds are all the same. Up there beyond the matter Of light, Of dust, And of the blame.
I like to imagine. That bark is made. When God borrows. A tad from the sky. And the earth. And mixes them together. Then he adds a sprinkle of life. Never too much. And he takes the mixture.
Standing in the rain I skipped a stone across the rainbow, Upon opening the book I saw you dance across the page.
I am universe I am molecules eclectic I am immense I am symphony electric I am fantasized form Hugged by skin From where do I end. From where do I begin.
That feeling is something that Cannot be depicted Not formed in words The rough thruth is that I shall never answer to you In endlessness it doesn't matter But in life's tiny moments Waiting is the...