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Brittle and dried up like leaves. Or crackling like a fire. Or sweet and high like a bluebird. Perched on a towering spire. Low and smooth like the notes. On cello or on bass.
Who am I. I'll never tell.
She burns so sweetly, She stays throughout the rain. They'll never be no fear, They'll never be no pain. Her love completes me, Bliss fills my brain.
In that box of 21 and 30, A lot can be done, more... And then some. A play might be written A master piece might be planned A artist might create Or a farmer could by land.
This is an analogy I suppose. I'm not sure who the "You" is. As likely as not he's as much me as the Me is.
Hello again, today is Monday, December 3, 2012. Now, I've never played poker, but from my understanding it's pretty similar to our lives.
I'm always reading and hearing the blues. I don't really know what they are. I know it's a colour and they write sad songs. And I'll play them upon my guitar. To apply a bright hue to your misery.
A magician without magic, Is a man without a soul. A sorcerer without spells, Is a dreamer without a goal. A photo frame that's empty, Is a one-winged bird.
#nature A world reflected within its orb Of crystal glass that God has poured So delicately hung from blade with grace Holds shimmering promise in embrace.
#household My husband has a phrase He uses it all the time When someone's about to kick the bucket He calls it roller blinds At first when he said it Many years ago I must admit I didn't get...
I like to think of life like a car journey; it can start off smoothly but then you can take a few wrong turns. Then, there's often arguing but soon you're back on track.
Think of a friend as a mobile phone. Their always with you and when their battery is dying out you can always recharge your phone.
I didn't want to scare, Never wanted you to leave, All I ever wanted, Was to make you believe, My pen scratched paper, Holding all my thoughts, Getting kinda weary, Perhaps I shouldn't ought, Cause...
#acmc Is it a bolt of lightning, Sudden, fast, frightening, Or is it a mature whiskey, Growing slowly stronger, but still risky, Perhaps a balloon gently filling, Or is it poison...
I surround you for about half the day, then the other I am banished. I overwhelm you and scare you but shine a light and I've vanished.
Your a firework. Bursting with colours. Your a firework. Blooming with flowers. Your a firework. Brightening up the sky. Your a firework. In your eyes- as it reflects in mine. Your a firework.
Waiting all day to embrace you,. I open my arms out wide,. If scared I shall apease you,. And in me you may hide,. On rainy days Im your company,. And when cold I keep you warm,.
Life is like pasta,. Exactly like pasta,. And I will tell you,. How I know,. Both can be spicy,. Or simple and plain,. Both twisting and curving,. Or sheets in a row,. If left unattended,.
First of all, it’s a big responsibility, So think long and hard before deciding on love.
I squat, alert By the stream of consciousness Waiting to catch A potent poemfish. Some are nimble Shine with joy Like scales are gifted By the sun.
The shattered old light bulb. In pieces on the crooked floor. Shedding a tear or two. Smashed on the earths core. All the happy memories. Laughs and good times. Makes me smile.
#household A little off subject . A sheet of paper on which to write, A story of all things nice, Chocolate, bows and a Easter bunny, Santa clause, balloons and sweets so yummy.
"You say you love the rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love the sun, but you seek shade when it is shining.
It twirls and curls, Up in the sky. Leaving the fire, Not saying goodbye. This silent assassin, Never asks why. Beautiful yet deadly, Stinging your eye.