I can't - I can't control my heart
When it thinks of you,
It sinks deep - I think it means it's true
My heart, why does it cry?
My tears are wiped, and my face is kept dry
I can't - I can't control my heart
Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 5:07 AM UTC
I think I found a beautiful one,
One with eyes that sparkle beautiful none,
My, oh my, the way she speaks,
And eyes that cannot let me speak,
I think more than cats have got my tongue,
When she moves away like none,
Her sound like water in the pond,
A drip, a drop, surrounding one.
Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 2:02 PM UTC
The way she moves with her voice and her hair,
It's almost like she knows I'm there,
Her voice so dreamy with eyes that match deep,
And her skin so soft like downy on sheet:
I think I almost like her there,
When she moves with her silent hair,
It to me sounds like sheep,
Counting away the days we'll meet:
Jun 1, 2025
Jun 1, 2025 at 1:48 PM UTC
Look no further than The Westwood Winds!
Near the westward sky in the western sphere:
Where the sun has interest in your eyes
Like a lady's smile should her lover near:
Just past the trees grown medium-height
Over houses brick lie the treeline base
Just through black-tip wires sit with birdies tight
Where lakewater dwells in a creeky wake:
May 15, 2025
May 15, 2025 at 6:49 PM UTC
O' mommy bird, where have you gone?
I sit alone for some time now:
Or have your feathers lost their arms?
Or have you had another child?
O' mommy bird, where did you go?
You left some while and left alone:
O' mommy bird, don't leave me now
I have nothing else just as a child
May 15, 2025
May 15, 2025 at 6:49 PM UTC
I made my grandma cry
with my own tears
one of my worst fears
to make my grandma cry
Jan 20, 2022
Jan 20, 2022 at 1:29 PM UTC
Some field of ancient roses—
They all looked down on me:
Glew white stars to heaven's
Windows, and golden-rimed clouds
That sonorously speak
Jan 14, 2022
Jan 14, 2022 at 2:15 PM UTC
I sit alone in cold wind breeze
At night some time out night air,
And cold wind finds my face homely
And light-balls shine their brightest blare
I'll see some hands that tread alone
All through night they sit alone
Somewhere the sun creeps up on me
But then the moon reminds my soul:
I walk alone along the sky
Sometimes I float and touch too high,
And then I float back down my keep
And felt as once I'd never been.
Jan 11, 2022
Jan 11, 2022 at 11:24 PM UTC
And what you plan to do,
Green plant that sit in room?
Where thinks could be your dreams?
Or do you even dream at all?
What sunsets could you see?
Or swimming shore above?
And question me your roots,
In dirt that act like boots:
Are tickled they like hell?
In brown and white soil?
Can itchy get your face?
Does water run too deep?
Now look at me your leaves,
Which rarely bend from tree:
What age could they recall?
Of passions, dreams, and all?
And what you plan to do,
Green plant that sit in room?
Dec 29, 2021
Dec 29, 2021 at 8:55 PM UTC
Blissful,
Blissful,
Blissful,
Fall the starry skies:
And the clouds that chime above
In night time do the otters cry
And wolf-men shout beside the dove:
Angels sing in pockets queer,
Fairies dance along the spark,
Boughs of faces soon appear
As branches watch throughout the start:
Owls sing as crickets please,
The moon lifts her vision for the sky,
Blissful,
Blissful,
Blissful,
Fall the starry spheres:
For every moment of the night.
Dec 29, 2021
Dec 29, 2021 at 8:48 PM UTC