With Death Comes Life
I was having a very pleasant time,. When something strange came from the sky,. Which was ,in fact, a butterfly,. It came with the wind blowing left and right,. It really was quite a beautiful sight,.
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I was having a very pleasant time,. When something strange came from the sky,. Which was ,in fact, a butterfly,. It came with the wind blowing left and right,. It really was quite a beautiful sight,.
I once burned brightly. I danced across the floor with complete freedom, reaching to touch the skies, Cackling with glee.
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the...
@naaviie challenge w/ Driftwood, letter, jigsaw, mirror, friction, release Float with me among the driftwood, and find sweet release.
Improv challenge set by @naaviie Words: driftwood, mirror, friction, letter, jigsaw, release.
Caged. Trapped behind a window I stare at the sky. Wishing I was like a bird just stretch my wings and fly. Up above the chimney pots and old telegraph wire.
(a sequel to @Fly10 , Returned Goods) I am afraid we are closed for returns for the day. This item can not be restocked, anyway.
Little strawberry, Though you hide away, I know you're there, Waiting for the perfect day. A day to shine, A day to be proud, A day to ripen, A day to be loud.
To the tune of your song by Ellie Golding It's not very sunny When I venture outside. I'm not one of those who like Rain I confide.
Little ceramic pieces of white and black. Board made of wood, decorated with checks. One pawn moves, to a off centre square. With a delicate move, the rival reflects.
Sorrow does not cloud your eyes It makes them hazy with sweet perfume, Tears do not roll as you cry Rather crystals from those orbs hewn, Your chest does not heave with grief It inhales fury and...
I replaced tv with poetry and ended up here I replaced reality with stories and never shed a tear I replaced normal with strange and found my calling I replaced dull with exciting and now i'm...
I always thought their was light in the tunnel. We've always been told there is. And for months I thought it was true. As much as I looked I could not see the source. But there it was.
In @seamonsters garden, There's a magical tree. It's filled with fruits, From you and from me. Some branches are dark, Some fruit are so light, Reflecting the posts, We all love to write.
People are curious, long for new things. The old toys. You loved them once, then threw them in to store room. No sunlight, no hugs, no choices but corrupted.
You're a empty, clear shell, Containing nothing, that I can tell. Maybe you should be filled. Not high enough to be spilled. Perhaps with something smooth, Not that I've anything too prove.
Take a look at the night sky. Far from city lights. And tell me it's not beautiful. A truly breath taking sight. Thousands of twinkling stars. Are littered across the sky. Diamonds on black velvet.
She looked like a butterfly. I waited for her to flutter by. And fly away into the distance. But the only thing distant. Was the miles between us. But miles turn to smiles. When your madly in love.
Warriors and Wordsmiths. The Sword and the Pen. The making and the breaking and the fashioning of men. The memory of hero's, and tales of the dead. Forever unspoken, now written instead.
Life is full of colours, even colours that you cant see,. Life is full of times when you try to know who you wanna be,. Life is full of brightnss and those times when things get dull,.
Anti-freeze Everything is sparkling in the fresh morning light, Crystals encase every blade of grass, It as if something magic has sprinkled glitter over night, I stand for a while frozen in the...
I huff and I puff, The little kitties just can't get enough, I stomp and snort, I'm in desperate need of support, Every single one - GUILTY as charged.
She’s spinning, quietly spinning into The night, and she crawls with Elegance from string to string to Unite them all in subtle sight.
I am falling down. I am falling and I don't know when to stop. I don't know how I got here. Or how high this is. But I am falling from the top. I am getting sleepy. But I can't sleep.