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I tucked my chin into my coat and I dug my hands down deep into those wool pockets, Hoping that once I stepped out I could have something to hold onto, In case you weren't there.
#nature Turn around- Where did you go. I search up high, I search down low. You follow me around, But I never see. You're quite literally, Attached to me. I walk down the ally, I run down the street.
Not exactly happy,not exactly sad. Almost ecstatic,almost glad. Time goes so quickly when your having fun. But it goes so slowly once you lose some of your sun.
Imagine, A day without sunlight, A night without stars. The moon still above you, Though not very far. A pen without paper, A man with no soul. A tear with no water, A heart that's not whole.
Glass made of sugar, may easily break. When it rains, there's not much it can take. It's okay right, you told me so. But I wonder, How could you know. Cracks appear, and I watch it all.
The acceptance of. beautiful imperfection. and trust,. While my. heart is alive,. and dancing. Is a must,. A disjointed,. Mesmerising,. Flow of emotion,. Just like water,. And her many faces,.
I have many wonderful stories to tell. Garnished with dandelion blossoms they are They come down around you like a waterfall.
. I Would . Have liked To of been a . Traveler. . A. N D.
#nightdwellers. Your eyes beat like butterfly wings,. the bluest things I've ever seen,. And deeper than any sea,. We swim into the depths of the earth,. Pushing the boundaries and setting the scene,.
There's a miracle in you, A twisting of what's normal, An unreasoning non-logic, A little heathen magic.
يتغير – حين أحبك – شكل الكرة الأرضيه.. تتلاقى طرق العالم فوق يديك.. وفوق يديه يتغير ترتيب الأفلاك تتكاثر في البحر الأسماك ويسافر قمرٌ في دورتي الدمويه يتغير شكلي: أصبح شجراً..
#love Just what the bloody hell is wrong with me.
Colour is the mover, The motion and the force, A swirling revolution, The energy, the source. Colour is the changer, It brings the world alive. It makes me who and what I am. I need colour to survive.
To make a spark into a flame, Return life once again. The memories drift like ribbons of silk, They sooth your uneasiness as would pure white milk.
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#nature The silk white spider web, Knitted by the only spider, It's so soft and comfortable, It can't be any silky or wider.
#emotion #curious Open. Shut. Going in. Tip. Toe. World does spin. Smell. Feel. Nothing there Cry. Sob. Not in here. Search. Gasp. Found a map. Sit. Sigh. This is crap. Look. See. What is that. Runs.
. Am I more than you expected.
Iron hands in velvet gloves, With painted tears meant to last, A million words behind a mimes mask, Hands pressed against the invisible box of glass, Center stage, curtain call, Roses falling...
Swamped in an ever consuming sea Wondering where this life will lead...
Ripping apart the dictionary,. And folding wrong corners,. The alien comes in howling,. Like extradited foreigners,. A jumble of abandoned emotion,. Clattering inside my weary head,.
I'll wait for you, In the pouring rain. I'll wait for you, As the seasons change. I'll wait for you, Till the seas dry up. And the mountains become hills.
I really can't remember the old riddle I was told, so here is another one I made up. I think it's much easier than the last one, enjoy.