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The wind on your face in the trees in your hair. Its circled around the earth always been there. It may stop in one place for a day or two. Then it starts racing straight back to you.
By Gemma Doyle. Animals [part of life, balance of life]. Beauty [sometimes on the outside more importantly the inside]. Color [another perspective we see in].
If our world was one of unlimited possibilities and freedom for all, would you live your life differently.
We are given a heart. We are given a mind. We are given only the power. To use one at a time. We are given the option. Of peace and of war. The former of which. We often ignore.
Please I need help with more lines, any suggestions.
My dear friend death My one true friend You've been with me From Start To End. The only one not to leave, The only one I've left to please.
Does a sword make a hero. Do deeds, or words, or people he will save. Nay, a heart makes a hero, A heart that's truly brave. Does a shield make a hero. That blocks fire, or ice, or storm.
The delicate veil between life and death Flirt with one another under heavy breath Death teases life, playfully crude Pausing for a breathy interlude Can death bring life to it's side Or will life...
A river, meandering lazily, wandering, wondering, Wishing it's life away on silly pebble stones, Delicately sucking dry, the muddy water, carving melancholy Into shards of angry sand, scenting...
Hello again and today is Tuesday, January 15, 2013. Here's a poem I wrote about time. Enjoy.
Why Does reason even matter. Why Do words falter some. Why Does a single comment alter. These words left unsung. Is strength true in unity, or in my army of one.
(Nineteen creatures including man, find them if you think you can). The rabbi tells stories. The monk eyes piece as glory. The lad ogles the girls. The chef caters the world. Take a go at being great.
Everything lost. All that we know. Finding beginnings Wherever we go. The key to our knowledge Caressing our soul, Is something to find, Not something to control.
Snow is beautiful. I've never really appreciated that sentiment, until now. For all of my life, I hated snow. It is cold and wet. It freezes all it touches and, if ever given the chance, it kills.
Deep beneath the waves Where light dies and fades And treasure lies, decays There's a city built for all.
#adventchallenge. An angel moved upon this Earth. To look, to see, to find its worth. At first the view was blue and green. And a human truth remained unseen. But after walking for a while.
It never stops. It's on the clock. You can't get it back. It flys sometimes. Other times its slow. It can seem infinite. Or end in an instant. For one it continues. For one it is over.
Open your history books It's all lies If you want to see history in the making Open your eyes Now, I'm figuratively speaking When I say see I mean believing You can see You're not blind Have you...
Old gold runs in your inquisitive heart, The tales you tell of glories new and past, Of days and nights spent oft seeking your part, A quest for meaning goes on to the last.
There was a reason love was created But the world may never know its reason. Love is also very complicated. It may make your heart to be with treason.
The human mind can wander down so many paths Along the darkest desolate alleyways, or perhaps a dead end full of wrath.
What if. The train's late, The bus doesn't wait, You don't close the gate, You don't think straight. What if. The window's ajar, You don't go as far, You visit a different bar, Crash into another car.
(One I did a while ago:) ) I feel Death slip over me, silently creeping by me. It rests its hand on my shoulder leaving me cold.
~Just a little piece I wrote in English.