i like to watch the stars when they come out at night
twinkling in the sky shining oh so bright
such a peaceful feeling not a cloud insight
it makes the wold so tranquil and fills me with delight
shining round the moon like a pattern in the sky
with lots of little comets gently flying bye
everything so quiet in the night so calm
a sight i love to see that brings me so much charm
I think if your heart stopped beating,
mine wold too.
Our souls are so linked together,
I feel you when you enter the room.
Everyone ceases to exist
all my eyes see is you.
If death came knocking
I would follow you,
for a world where you longer exist
is a world I will no longer wish
to belong too.
This is my confession
my heart is bond to you.
The sky is laced with fitful red,
The circling mists and shadows flee,
The dawn is rising from the sea,
Like a white lady from her bed.
And jagged brazen arrows fall
Athwart the feathers of the night,
And a long wave of yellow light
Breaks silently on tower and hall,
And spreading wide across the wold
Wakes into flight some fluttering bird,
And all the chestnut tops are stirred,
And all the branches streaked with gold.
Looking down perched lonely
shining 'bove forlornly
wondering, wandering orbit
in these thoughts so sore
Lost in contemplation
shorn in consternation
What kind, tidal forces, formed
this distant shore so stormed
Views of burning empires
flame swirled Caveat Emptor
Invested heart sewn soul
in crimson hair flown wold
Now stratosphered and feared
mood mountains moved, steered
round gargoyle sans mirth
searching thee from face fallen earth
Your cage is officially suffocating
And not just in your expectations
But your attempt to limit the act of growing
Both inwardly and outward
Our wold is torn apart
As men are weak for shedding tears
And women categorized as a shopping cart
Living in a concrete war zone
I see a society of bones
I once asked: What insanity mean?
An old man told me that:
All people are normal,
But few of them can see green horses.
Few of them can speak with walls,
Few of them can hear colors,
Few of them can see voices,
None is normal here, everyone is different,
None is insane, everyone around here think is normal
When there's none which can hear me,
I speak with stars,
Through my mind I speak with the entire Universe.
I'm the one which can change the world,
I'm the one which can stop wars,
I'm the one which wait for the end of wold.
Oh what is it inside russsian, thy tendenes i love u .
An exqusite taste better than chicken sausages you are best cooked
by a motswana rib
i love the taste we give to all humans in sync,we can go all over the wold todae
Ooooo u drive me crazy and turn me on ,u make me so high tht i could even tAlk to the rain
oh eish i will contiune nxt time
The lily’s withered chalice falls
Around its rod of dusty gold,
And from the beech-trees on the wold
The last wood-pigeon coos and calls.
The gaudy leonine sunflower
Hangs black and barren on its stalk,
And down the windy garden walk
The dead leaves scatter,—hour by hour.
Pale privet-petals white as milk
Are blown into a snowy mass:
The roses lie upon the grass
Like little shreds of crimson silk.