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I watched the sun touch the sea, Turning reddish as it drowned.. I warm myself and sip coffee, Like a king who's just been crowned.. Yet I wait for the night to fall, And The moon to light the sky..
#nightdwellers. The night comforts. me it gives me a. sweet embrace. Stillness whispers. in my ear causing. my heart to race. The moons magical. energy frees the. shackles of my mind.
Wrapped tight in my warm sleepy cocoon This is where I want to stay Slumber for hours and hours on end Stay in the quiet dark and miss out the day.
What to do with myself. Home on my own. Usually wish I had more time. Like to have a good moan. Tonight my time is plentiful. The blissful thought is beautiful. With no car I'm staying in.
I'm not afraid to go. When the end comes. A journey I have been through. It's time for me to go. A heart breaking goodbye. A lonely road traveled by one. On a lonely night when I fade away.
The cold cuts to bone, warmth flees from the day, the winter months close in, skies of gray. Into this house I flee, my escape from the cold, the warmth of the fire, more valued than gold.
When the night sets in. And everything is dark. I will have a shot of Glen. And just sit in the dark. Have been out all day. With too much sun. I hear you shouting "Sun you say".
House is silent,everybody asleep Love these times,mine to keep Time alone to gather my thoughts No questions asked and no reports Do what i like,watch what i want Write a poem,choose a new font...
I'm sat in my car, staring out onto the beautiful sculpted sunny horizon of Oxford. I found a farmers field to park in, nothing but fresh air and green fields.
The bars of sunlight shine through gaps in the trees, I'm crunching through the orange, red and brown of the fallen autumn leaves.
The crunch of the leaves beneath my tired feet is comforting. I knew I was so close to home, the faint glow of the warm fire was in the distance.
A frigid Monday morning, In the middle of the fall, I will hide within the shadows, Not a single soul can call.
There is something quite cleansing about running in the rain. The soft patter of the raindrops hitting the leaves is like white noise that drowns everything else out and leaves the head clear.
The house is quiet They are all in bed I am supposed to be asleep But I am here instead I have a long trip in the morning To a sunny place that is never boring I packed the bags and put them by the...
Ho iniziato a leggere che avevo, credo, 5 anni, o 6, non ricordo bene, ma di sicuro sapevo distinguere le parole, anche se leggevo più che altro unendo le lettere, e additandole una a una,...
I'm sitting on the top of a flight of stairs. It's completely pitch black, apart from one street lamp at the end of the road. I'm alone. No one here but me. I'm enjoying the welcome silence and peace.
Sitting at the head Of a long empty table. I'd manage a smile, If I were able. Humming the pitchy tune That echoes through the room. A cake in front of me, No one else will consume.
I dance in a pitch black room, No one can see me there. To only sounds, gentle cloth, Floating in the air.
No Friday night revelries for me, Just a bottle of red, Settle in on the sofa, A movie, And a serious case of I miss you, For good measure, Just your memory For company, I imagine you're...
I walk along the shore, Though some say it is a bore. I watch each wave, The open ocean is what I crave.
#nightdwellers. The night's about. I've closed it out. It's better in. I have no doubt. A place, my own. My comfort zone. TV, iPad. Mobile phone. There's only me. And cup of tea. Nice and quiet.
Sitting beside the warm BBQ Content from a full belly Although there's a chill And nothing on the telly I'm in a happy place I feel so at ease Glad to just kick back Feel an inner peace With music...
#household. Been a long day at work. I've been waiting for this. A night on my own. In peace and bliss. Sit on the couch. And eat some food. Only that can cheer me up. When once in a bad mood.
I looked at the stars, And I wished for a hand, Lying back on cool grass, Watching fireflies dance, As the universe circles above, I whisper my little wish, Of a hand for my glove, Just a someone to...