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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...
Field of flowers, hope so bright, Just the one I need. Set me free, launch my flight, Plant my new grown seed. Round I wander, picking stems, Grow my mind just right.
I spy With my little eye Something beginning with..... Love.
A shell upon a shingle beach, Hiding, yet to be found, Use sandy grains to scour your dreams, Feet firmly on the ground, Reality's a fact of life, It's charred your innocence, The harshest words and...
Bright things,. Shining,. Beautiful faces. One yours. One mine. Crystal. Rainbow. Beautiful. Shame though. Us not. Combined. Chorus. Dawn verse. Concealed. Universe. Lovers entwined. Sunday. Thinking.
Two twigs. Floating down a stream. A hard place below,. A rock in between. One is you and. One is me. Drifting carelessly. Towards the sea. Along comes a dog. His name is God. Jumps into the water.
#confidence #inspiredbyMadagascar3noreally. But what if....
The sole lifts up, swings, and scuffs the cement. Swinging laces, knotted, with ends frayed. Leather dry, cracked and faded, flexing and stretching with every movement. Another lift, swing and...
I. A poem is a snapshot of the soul; A feeling frozen in time, A memory stuck on flypaper, A window into the garden Stopped between night and morning. II.
Pictures hanging on the wall. One by one they start to fall. Try to put some up but not all. Pictures falling on the floor. As I walk towards the door. I know I don't belong here anymore.
My hope is red. Like a beating heart. On top of a volcano. Like the sweets in a bag. Melting on your tongue. Like the dress you wore. Under a scarlet lunar eclipse. Like the lipstick on my collar.
I never thought I'd be that girl, The one whose life could be walked through with shoes. It seemed absurd that a life could be reduced To such sole meaning, Such frivolity.
I took a chance. Asked life for a dance. Held loosely to its hand. To dance freely in every land. I took a leap. And tried not to think deep. Rejoicing the dance under the clear sky.
I have a control panel, In my mind, Many switches and dials, You will surely find, Each dial has a label, For each emotion and feeling, My dials have gone awry, Unwanted side effects I've been...
In this aquarium I noticed Two fish. Both of the same species Alike in size, colour, shape.
Ah, the sky She waits for me Despite the cold The malice The you.
Hold my hand, take my trust, Follow me, here in lust. Fly with me, up above, With the stars, that I love. Pick your star, here is mine, Together, we're align.
My drug can be common. My drug can be old. My drug comes in sizes. My drug can't be sold. My drug is addictive. My drug is so whole. My drug has no bounds. My drug can't be stole. My drug has no...
Why paint the sky a dreary grey When it could be bright red. Why prey to the clouds with fickle thoughts When you could fly instead.
Sometimes, here in the dark, I struggle to find myself Here in the dark, I find a shell A shell of a girl, a shell of a life.
The (maybe) completed work.
I am your gentle caress, That fine redress. The velvet calm after the storm. I am honey and wine A gentle kiss down your spine. Once again, I am moist and warm.
Cowards are the shadows; silent, so still. They say Incubus sings in a shadows shrill. Shameless in sun, surreptitious by night; sly and selfish, they soil the sight.
I woke up this morning Sitting in a pool of light Drifting through my window, Warming to the sight.