Fluorescent blossom upon the midnight sky
Aiming to arrest the coruscate stars
Expecting they comply, though, forevermore denied...
False luminous blurs, nothing more than barricading bars
Try... Try, their brightness painfully cries
And so, brilliantly surpassing inadequate set pars
Truthfulness glimmer on... I beg you never die.
Unending navy blue, gorgeous deep yellow stars
Your lying sky... dulling the perfect natural sky as it lie
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 11:51 PM UTC
To dwell in the current
To aspire the morrow
Something you weren't
Something I sorrow
We all glance the former
We all forget futurity
Long and dream warmer
Long to appreciate obscurity
These years become days
These days only moments
Live life and find your way
Live life with no postponement
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 11:50 PM UTC
Fishing is only in small hopes of catching a fish. Catching the fresh breeze of springtime suckles and serenity is what it is really about.
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 11:49 PM UTC
A world with no sound
Can you imagine the peace?
The thought may seem profound
But with no distraction, our minds would never cease.
Deaf man doesn't have it so bad
Seeing things for what they are
No audio to harass, he ought to be glad because his mind will never alter too far.
No words to jumble his brain
Completely everlasting quiet
No words to tumble him to pain
As hearing is only good for causing riot...
He only hears certainty.
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC
Dog and man aren't too similar at first glance. It's only when you look closer that you will see the absurd coinciding likes of one another.
Dog needs respect as does man. Man needs a certain kind of nurture... unconditional and expanding love, especially in his pup years. Treat this dog wrong... antipathy... animosity, beat him down, tear him up and just see what kind of man you end up raising.
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC
**** this place.
Pour my whiskey tall and strong.
It's such a race in this fall.
How long... I ask how long
Running with no direction.
Reluctant to change my ways.
Everyone has their misconceptions.
These days... I'm in such a daze.
This place, **** it.
Whiskey burns my tongue.
I'm involuntarily lost, I admit. Still, no one learns.
So young... She was just so young.
Yesterday here, this place a dream.
Why can't she be...?
Her smell, hair...
What does it all mean? Don't you remember the day on my knee?
The smile on your face disappeared all too quick.
Ripped away, from the evil growing inside.
You... You became sick...
But on that day... we both died...
And so I dream, I can only dream....
Just us, running about through the fields of grass.
And your face, yes your face... a beautiful sunshine agleam.
The past... How I long for this to last..
But I know it all too well, this feeling will pass-- and I will wake to find my bed empty once again...
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 11:46 PM UTC
Sometimes we wish... Wish to go back.
Back to a time when everything was pure... Back to a time when everything was new... Back to a time where days were never blue.
How could this thing... This perfect thing.... This perfect concept of thinking... This perfect imagination, become cramped with realities.
With truths. With lies.
We line up desperately, waiting... Waiting to get out... Waiting for the day we can do what we want... Waiting for the day we can leave.
The more we grow, the more we know... The more we want to go back... Back to the day when we knew little and imagined more. Back to the day when sweets and hide and seek were all we needed.
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 11:43 PM UTC