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Bubblegum soda, Pink, green and blue, Vivid, neon, picture perfect, Pixel, plastic, new. Tangerine cola, Yellow, orange, red, Enough's enough to counteract, The words we might have said.
I'm a rightful. Sight sound taster. Mind full of insightful safe and sound creations. Mind deviating is a disaster. The flows there to master. Life's master flow is faster. I want to taste a rainbow.
The Great Lover I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, the calm, and the astonishment, Desire illimitable, and silent content, And all...
Falling. Noiselessly falling. No one would hear my screams. I was alone. I didn't even know where I was or how I'd got here. But it was dark. Very, dark. As dark as a witches hat.
Can I taste. The sound of laughter. Witness Cupid's bow of love. Can I chase the words I master. Spoken directly by my mouth. Could I paint. 'The Triumph of Galatea'. Only holding Raphael's brush.
Listen carefully, Can you hear it. The wind blowing lazily through the trees, Calling out your name. The crickets and coquis chirping, Looking for someone to join their melodious song.
The island's morning colours. Are green and gold and red. Each a little signal. Saying go back home to bed. White obscures my sight. I gently make my way. Blinded by the headlight.
In the midst of the mist. There are fuzzy felt shapes. Juicy green carpets. Battleship landscapes. Each watery wave. Distorts anew. My petrol coloured. Point of view. Gossamer tripwires.
The things I like: The soft, snowflakes hugging the land in white. The sparkling moon that makes the land look so bright. The big blue feathers on the peacocks back.
#youngwritershousehold I sniff that chocolatey air My cup fills up with steam I reach for it , it's too hot Might may not be too keen I look around to see If anyone is looking I have a second go...
Come taste what I can taste. A feast so delightful it will tickle all your taste buds. More substantial than any all you can eat. Come sing what I can sing.
Hello again and today is Monday, October 15, 2012. The senses in everyday life seem to be jumbled about in the rush of all these things. The way we're told to smell the roses, by sound, distracts us.
It pitters, it patters, When I fall asleep. I do love it when the sky, Decides to night time weep. It drips, it drops, Such a soothing sound. The perfect sleep-music, I have just found.
@Emma_33 #poem. I sat and watched. As a spider spun its web of beauty. The most wonderful sight. I'm ever likely to see. I laid and listened. As the thunder roared and the rain crashed down.
The walls are paved with Kendal mint, The cobwebs, pumpkin spice, All the lanterns run on treacle fuel, Stoked sweet with sugar mice.
Rose petal kisses. On lips and cheeks,. Fragrant, soft,. Yet full of thorns,. For minutes, hours,. Days and weeks,. Rough-smooth,. A contradiction in. Every term,. Satisfying yet. Leaving me begging.
Last time, no the time before in was scuba diving, Last time it was that wonderful restaurant, steak could not any in England Isle do perfectly.
A sweet symphony. One that blows in the trees. The shush of the grasses blades. A soothing tune. Like water trickling in a stream. A small breeze through my hair. The sea salt in the air.
She smelt like cinnamon and pancakes. She tasted like sunshine and the seaside and that twang you get when your parents say their proud of you as a child.
Step out of the door, The cold chill sends ice through my spine. The warm colours tells me autumn has arrived. A season of paradoxes.
she throws the red lipstick all over her plump lips. uses a tissue and her finger for assistance. slams the lipstick back into her pouch. for the night she is red lipstick. red. bold. fierce.
#chocolate As the first cube of the rich square of deliciousness enters my mouth, its brown hue staining my teeth and covering them with a sticky coat.
#household Psssssshhhhhhhhtt. Sharp Snapping of the top as it is wrenched from the bottle... Gurg gurg gurg gurg. Glug-Glugging it's way into a tall, straight-sided glass... CLINK.
#nightdwellers #description Close your eyes and take my hand Let me take you to an exotic faraway land Notes of Amber and Wild Musk fill your sense of smell This is a place where only laughter and...