Around
The mountain of flames
We sing,
Strum instruments,
Laugh until
Our cheeks turn into
Bursting cherries,
And fly on the sand,
Spinning, running,
Until the sun
Says hello to
The waves,
And disappears
Into their murky depths.
When the blackness
hits us too hard,
We scramble,
Flashlights shining
Into the night.
It was a spark
I say,
One night
Of imagination and friendship
That I'll always keep close.
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 12:16 PM UTC
Hidden regions,
secrets held up
in thick walls,
writhing,
scraping,
and finally
pulled out.
A thought flares in emphasis,
at the time when dreams
become reality,
in the deep realm
that holds insanity.
Peering in
is a gift of clarity
long forgotten,
For many
thoughts stay inside,
clenched in a determined grip.
Speak, my friend.
Speak.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 7:38 PM UTC
The random word generator
Strikes again
Flower
Cloud
Car
Field
...
Well...
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC
Over the lake,
the heron flew,
Until the murky December
of swirling snow,
Without the creature,
the sky is dark,
The snowflakes fly,
crisp and strong,
taking the place
Of the spindly bird.
Opposite
this season
the heron will soar,
free
from locks of
deadly cold.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 11:10 AM UTC