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Prince-A-Mcnally
Prince-A-Mcnally
You are so beautiful And to be with you would surely be wonderful But yet, I have no desire to hold or to possess you I simply wish to bless you with the freedom of flight So please, don't be afraid as I gently wrap my mind around you Just close your weary eyes, and listen... Listen... to the sound of my hearts steady rhythm swaying back and forth like a pendulum Listen... to the slow, soothing cadence of my breath sailing ever so swiftly through the seams of these parted lips Listen... As I whisper As I whisper you from the void of your sleepy cloud into a renewed consciousness Where upon, your sweet awakening I shall happily bask in the light of your joy And revel in the winds of your freedom As you fly, ever triumphant... from your cage All rights reserved Copyright ©2016
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Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 7:41 AM UTC
UNCAGED
Each day, he'd sit quietly at his desk, sometimes, for hours on end, waiting for his muse to return. It was almost as if, he were in some type of trance,seemingly flirting with the lingering shadows of his melancholy, which often haunted him and even taunted him at times. For they knew, of all the things in this wretched world, his greatest desire was to write In fact, all he'd ever wanted was to be a writer Unable to embrace the stifling stillness often found in the echoes of one's solitude, he eagerly awaited the call from the silent keys of his typewriter sitting idly on his desk A mere relic, collecting dust in the shadows of the morning Sun Oh, how he longed for them to summon his wanting fingers once more How he longed to lovingly caress each and every key Joyously filling the quiet pockets of air with the sweet and haunting melody of their timeless pitta patter Oh, how he longed... to make them sing again. All rights reserved Copyright©2017
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Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 6:34 AM UTC
A WRITER'S BLOCK
Each morning, upon my awakening, I run for long, deep stretches along the narrow edges of my imagination The cool sensation of oxygen, racing through my lungs, causes inspiration to spring from the well of my deepest thoughts, bringing life to words, as they flow through the womb of my pen Taking flight... upon paper airplanes. All rights reserved Copyright©2017
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Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 6:06 AM UTC
PAPER AIRPLANES
Come here Come here mi amor (my love) And smile for me Because every time you smile I long to dance with that magic sparkle that lives in your eyes So come here Come here mi amor!(my love) and smile for me For every time you smile I fall in love with your magic sparkle over and over and over...again Come here... All rights reserved Copyright©2015
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Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 11:21 PM UTC
Come Here