The golden globe retires to bed, Its colour changing to brilliant red, It’s going to sleep with regal grace, And multi colours will take its place; Then this awesome wonder in the sky, Will soon disappear without a sigh, As I watch entranced the glorious end, The parting of a celestial friend, I will etch this beauty in my mind, So the night so long will be so kind.
i'll let myself fall for you, sweet apocalypse proud unshaken sunflower cream clementine of dawn cacophony of harmonies. yours is the sunlight and the joy that day brings you are the crimson of dusk and crescent of Selene
She keeps songs locked away in boxes like secrets. She will take them out like postcards to help her remember the feeling of a different time, a different person by her side. She likes the one that makes her eyes close to see the lights. She smiles at the one that makes her stand up on tiptoes, the one that helps her forget she doesn’t know what to do with her hands.
The tune will carry her.
Like it did the times when voices broke like a heart. When instruments’ strings would snap and hurt.
debris fell on my face. I heard a volcano erupt, Guns firing everywhere, I heard the screams of innocents and my own terror mingled theirs. I heard my kids cry, my beautiful babies. I heard missiles overhead, and the blades of the helicopters.
Yet through it all I chose to close my eyes To hear but not to see. And I pretended to keep myself safe inside myself, some part of me knowing very well that I was in fact a fool.
recursive tones in melodic notes of healing. just your own to listen, instead of to be heard. hypnotic colorful tessalation, crafted in fugue, filling your mind with ease. do not fear, the origin: benevolent. alas reflections of shadows constructing fractions of the source of fractions of remnance of the whole. Just enough truth, with trust, is a gift from the creator.
I used to read your poems but lately you don't write you're silent and aloof you know that isn't right. You can't close a door once opened you can't abolish all your dreams you're a poet of the heart mustn't fall apart at the seams. Say what you can in words they speak the message true spoken from the heart the poems will see you through. A hermit's not your style a recluse, you are not never give up writing of things that you've been taught. I used to read your poems I'd read them once again if you would send them out (this one's from a poet friend)
i spent my life trying to please someone with a twisted disease i broke myself down and tucked my feelings away to become the person they wanted me to be i let myself be watched through the glass of a two sided mirror of a sociopath i wallowed my spirit away and begged for acceptance but there’s nothing in the world that i could do to let the narcissist know that i am human too
the only thing that can please a narcissist is being miserable
One can't deny the luminosity of his love He brings forth the light of day with his unforgettable smile Even the songbirds singeth their welcoming serenade And he dances upon water as morns' ethereal mist rises Let me not take thee for granted, please accept my humble salutation Your warming embrace is the hearts' silent invitation...
I long to gaze at your radiant face but surely I'd go blind You are the crowning glory sublimely heralding noontide of the day And the living breathing earth softly whispers--- "My love will orbit thee until your fusion of love consumes me" The opaline lantern of the night is beautifully aglow due to thy kiss It's true to say, the truth of thee is the innermost truth of me ~ Divine Through the fleeting seasons of my souls' sojourn, you will always shine...
Painting the sun using mere words can't touch upon your splendour Musing upon Gods' creation makes my heart soften & soul grow tender...
I would like to wish you a joyful Christmas & A new year filled with peace, health, Love and wishes fulfilled. kim x
I love him I tell myself I know that We will be together forever I don’t believe that We could be separated My thoughts tell me that He’s the love of my life Sometimes my heart lies and says I could live an eternity Without him Like my friends say “We’re perfect for each other” And you can’t tell me He’s not the one.
They said, "The most beautiful art is looking into someone's eyes when they talk about the things they love." And I said, "Or looking at someone you love. Or maybe, just maybe, by looking at the mirror is the most beautiful art anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
I thought if I could swallow the stars I’d be as beautiful as the evening sky I tried one night with fireflies They burned my throat Their legs striking at soft flesh But my skin did not glow No moon crawled from my eye sockets I was left with corpses in my stomach I soon learned I would only ever be A cemetery