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She soared across the crystal-blue sky, gently flapping her golden glossy wings. Wind brushed the stray wisps of hair off of Cherie's face as she delecately dodged fluffy white clouds.
There is a wall in my life as long as the days iv lived. So hi I can't clime or look over it. It stops me seeing the things I need what I want what's best for me.
Extreme thanks to @Burrfoot for the topic idea!!.
#household. I opened up Pandora's box. Easily, it had no locks. Bent my head to look inside. Made my eyeballs open wide. Nothing but a photograph. Surely someone's had a laugh.
#household. A man, of sorts, sits up high,. Looking down at all the passers-by,. A lump of wood in his hand,. He whittles away, like it's planned,. Meticulous invention of shape,.
The gentle brush of soft grass The sky, clearer than glass. Lovely flowers sway In the warmth of midday. Cool water flows Right over our toes.
If I'm gunna go, I want it to be in fireworks, That sparkle, crackle and glow, Every colour should be present, A display worth millions, Power at one hundred percent.
I will put in my box, The roar of a lion as loud as thunder, A lamb feeding from the meadows, The annoyance of my irritating brother.
#100days Embrace the night Welcome the dark Lit only by a single spark. Walk tall in darkness Feel no fear While that single spark is near.
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Walking down a hallway For which there is no wall Yet I am guided straight and true Kept back so I don't fall Shattered mirrors line this place Fragments toying with my sight Through the cracks and...
I woke up this morning to quite a surprise, At first I thought I'd broken my eyes. My life's canvas is blank, completely wiped clean, I've simply no clue what this might mean.
I feel the stirring in my mind Something just out of reach A fruit of my imagination A glorious technicolour peach I looked at it bobbing away On my turbulent swirling sea Where my dreams are often...
Slow, we paddle through the lake. Straight to the very center of the darkest water. Where we can embrace the shadows on the surface, the eyes that look up lifeless, from our twins below.
I've now built my tower. It's tall covered in flowers. With thorns all around. Full of delightful sounds. Even if I'm in it alone. I'm not left on my own. In my tower are a few. Dreams that came true.
*just an idea that formed into a story. Please met me know if its any good or not.
There was a lonely poet Who had nothing but his words And who didn't have the freedom To fly amongst the birds. Since his wings were broken He was forced to live on the ground.
[For @smellyfingers] So I was just pottering along my path, When suddenly I came across a man in a bath, He said to me, "The words are a tree, And that humming is not a bee, But the flowers...
Letting go So much harder than it sounds. First a vision of a God on a throne, next a marriage. Crumbling identity Lost, alone on the edge of the abyss And then what is this.
Oh, to be a dandelion puff With the wind under my sails, To see my way around the world Even if my world's only a woodland vale.
Believe in the need to succeed Overpowering wills freed Releasing shackles of blame Removing endless tears in shame Are you not of sound mind. Playing games too unkind. Why do you not smile.
Old one, I never finished, but now you're getting it. ;) I feel it coming on the wind, It feels, just like they said it.
If there is any proof that magic dose indeed exist, then we only need to look inside of your own hearts, as that is where it lies through love.
Empty road. In front of me. No-one else. That I can see. Stretching out. Mile after mile. Put my foot down. For a while. At this moment. Feeling free. Considering. Day's destiny. Maybe slow.