LimitedWonders
I'm a highschooler who loves to write, draw, read, and I love to listen to and make music. Not only do I like to write poetry, but several other styles and genres as well. You can follow me on Movellas.com, another writing account I have, my current username being Limited.Wonders. :)
It flies amongst the stars.
Flashes for a moment.
Despite the left scars.
Holds a place close, yet far.
It carries the fallen.
From mistaken paths.
To reaches impossible.
And develops new plans.
It creates new countries.
Raises dead soldiers.
Stamps unsung heroes.
With a feeling of free.
Hear its silent sound.
Open up your eyes.
Place it in your heart.
Elevate from the ground.
It helps us climb.
Better than rope.
Do you see its shape?
It is hope.
Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 3:53 PM UTC
The sky is maddening, the seas are glowing and she is still loving
Will you for once, fall in love with me today and let it last forever?
I will keep your heart so safe so sound,
You will know you're home.
Every day even though I don't see you, I continue to adore you more and more.
Your smile perfumes the air and your gaze as alluring as the midnight sun; how are you anything short of pure magic?
My heart is caged by misery and longing, it beats and bleeds waiting for you to come back.
See the colors in my eyes for you and know that all i feel is true; nobody feels the way I do about you right now.
Love,
Me
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 5:02 PM UTC
I am what you’re alive for, and I’ll let you start over,
And over again, before the last chance you have is done.
My name is life; though it’s not always fun.
I live in your veins and breathe in your heart,
My name is passion, and I am very smart.
You were born to use me,
To live by me,
And to inhale and exhale me.
My name is love.
You can’t run away from passion, life, or love
But this might inspire you to bring out what’s underneath to above,
To let your inner Van Gogh out or maybe, just your soul.
Pleasing anything and everything but you,
They made it your ultimate life goal.
You may still think that’s exactly what you want.
Engineers, lawyers, doctors with crazy fonts.
But you come to think that maybe that’s not for everyone…
And for that, they all make fun.
But maybe, you’re good for something that doesn’t need you
To memorize formulas, letters, numbers, symbols alike, it’s true!
Maybe you, need to be memorizing shapes, lines, colours, and words that rhyme.
Despite the way no one else has your kind of flow, it isn’t a crime.
Don’t worry about judges or surgeons, with their fancy titles and big pay,
They have their own light, their own great ways.
If you’re better with a paintbrush, then stroke away, or splash, or stipple.
Anything to show them that art is not that simple.
Its takes courage to speak out what the world craves to be said,
If one doesn’t write books or poems, there’s nothing that will be left to be read,
And children rely on stories, it’s what keeps them innocent.
It also keeps the rest of us wide awake and vigilant.
So the world bursts at the seams,
With people aching to fulfill their vibrant dreams,
Of being the ones who can finally fly; oh so very high.
The world is bursting at the seams,
With people craving to feel the colours in ungrouped teams,
That pop and crackle and spark when touched.
Turn into stardust and glitter but in the hands, are tightly clutched.
But there might be a need of people,
Who love dandelions more than roses,
Who stand strong, even as every door closes.
Who play with ice rather than fire,
Who from their risk takings, would never retire.
And who rather they feel the softness of the sand
When the wind blows it around on the beach in their hands,
Than the blankets that they sleep on.
Who look to clean the chessboard of their enemy’s pawns.
But what we see is mainly what we hope to find,
And if we look at life with love we can find it to be amiable and kind,
One can achieve their goals if they let go of the headaches for a second.
Impossibilities should never be counted, thought of, or reckoned.
So breathe; you don’t have much left of your fast travelling time line.
Recite; you don’t have much air left but your voice is just so fine.
Write and your fingertips will never stop screaming,
Just like if you run, you will never stop beaming,
Never hitting the pavement with the steps of wraith.
And if you can feel... then you will always keep close faith.
You have not badly slipped, or played the wrong note.
Because even in the midst of beautiful gardens,
Weeds were never remote.
And then you walk through the streets of love.
Hand in hand with a culture fitting you like a glove,
As the smoke draws you in a feeling not unfit;
Feelings your heart clenches; at least you can hold it.
Some have lost this rare, valued treasure,
In the waters of functions and formulas, always measured.
So never swim with them if you are one to tight line,
At the end of your life you can say, “This life is mine.”
Always one to dream, never one to follow
Never let them tell you the mind is hollow
Always experiment, don’t be the child of a shadow.
And they put art at the lowest hierarchies,
Displacing the solution to locks on creativity.
Saying art is nothing but they don’t know where we’d be
Had shapes not evolved and paintbrushes never
Met paint and gave birth to an image you can see.
That you mixed and threw together, you’re clever,
No canvas should ever be empty,
Odd reasons say still… there are plenty.
And only an artist can solve that problem.
Breathing life into objects, one can make into an emblem.
So now what you do without math, science, or neither?
Yeh… I wouldn’t give up either.
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 1:24 PM UTC
The waves brush my toes
to keep me away from the water
The sand tickles my feet,
as the sun falls into deep slumber
The tress groan as its branches and the wind
twirl around each other
All of these happened
as I walk on a beach in a boring afternoon in summer.
The children's feet dropped to a beat
as they stomped through the leaves on the ground,
The trees let the wind blow their leaves off
as they turn from green to brown
The night grow longer and colder
as the moon calls for winter to come
All of these happened
in a peaceful day in autumn.
The Christmas lights blinked
as merrily as the dancing of the icy cold winds
As the sun shies away from the ice covered towns,
the moon grinned
The snow angels sand beautiful songs,
as the lakes and rivers sparkle in glitter,
All of these happened
in a white chilly winter.
The leaves start to grow back
as the trees hummed to a sweet song to the hills,
As the sun cheers and smiles brightly,
the blue sky remained still
The people greet each other on the pavements,
as the new bird harmoniously sings
All of these happened
in a calm and happy morning in spring.
ns
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 9:52 AM UTC
A mixture of colours in your eyes, I see
"What colour are your eyes?" I ask thee
Emotions hidden under an unfathomable hue
Colourful orbs that are almost see through
A storm blue stare that pins me in my place
Pierces through my soul, locking me in a haze
Looking deep into your eyes, I lose myself in a maze
Because of thee, I have been hypnotized for days
In harsh winds and cold weather
The beauty of your eyes never wavers
Orange red like falling autumn leaves
Golden specks of sunlight that shines so brilliantly
Pale green like the first of spring
Oh such joy and peace your eyes bring
Dark green that almost looks like blue
How I wish I could see you through
Seasons passed, but you never answered me
"What colour are your eyes?" I asked thee
Emotions still lie beneath an unfathomable hue
Just tell me the colour of your eyes, oh please do
ns
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Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 9:49 AM UTC
Words, words, words
I search for you
Permit me to express what I know
Engulf me with your power
And let me speak
The truth shall be free
And must be heard.
My tongue is tied
I summon you, my Muse
For inspiration
To speak the truth
Justice will be lost
And should be found
Words are my sword
to be heard and make a sound.
Never leave me, my Muse
Stay with me as I grow old
I need you here
In this lonely, treacherous world
Where truth must be told
Be with me, too
Not only in words
But of Will and Walk
So I can Walk my Talk
And be strong and bold
ns
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 9:48 AM UTC
A lonely boy lays in his bed
Memories and thoughts drift through his head
Thoughts of a girl begin to snow
And fall through his mind, but she’ll never know
How much she means, maybe years from now
She’ll realize, looking back, and knowing how
He looked at her, but it’s too late
For them to try again, for even fate
Has shed its tears, for love unreaped
The go their way, Lachesis sleeps
The two live on, a pair unmatched
the boy never forgets, his heart unlatched
And through the years, the earth forgets
But the boy, now a man, will never let
The thought of her, his girl, his love
Ever fade, for they’ll meet above
A wise, old man sleeps in his bed
Memories and thoughts drift through his head
Thinking of his long lived life
And holding through his pain and strife
Was the memory of the girl so close
The beauty of the sea, the smell of a rose
He thinks of her, peaceful once more
He takes a breath, and gently lets go
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 3:32 PM UTC
On days such as this
of reminiscent times viewed on rewind
The slowing down of details missed gives sight to the blind
Wider eyes letting in ethereal beauty to a much grander design
to where divinity is intricately knit deep within the fabric of life
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 11:48 AM UTC
Hello, Cupid,
what are your plans for me this year?
I've been lucky for a while now,
but today might not be the same
This guy that I've been seeing,
well, we're not quite really dating?
And he told me last night
that he's not very lovey right now?
Sooooo
I guess today is a single girl's day...
But, hey!
There's still plenty of time
for a V-Day surprise:
roses at the door and Mylar balloons galore
A box of chocolate hearts and
A kiss for the Miss?
There's still an entire day,
so, Cupid, don't waste it away,
I really do love Valentine's Day.
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 11:03 AM UTC
One day my skin will be wrinkled
my teeth will fall out
my memories will fade
and one day, my heart will stop
my body will rot
and I'll just be another person time forgot.
But while I continue to age
I'll make friends
I'll have children
I'll leave a mark on this world
so although I have gone
part of me will continue to live on
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC