Not the first and never the last.
Unique and extraordinary.
A journey through the strange and unknown.
The good and the bad.
The people we meet,
And the places we go.
And miles traveled.
Live your own life.
Do what you want.
And be who you wanna be.
The color of Queens
The light shining through temples
Carpets so extravagant, it’s like walking on sunlight
Fires, filling the rooms with splendor
Glints of radiance, shining off of girls’ dresses
Power, money, wealth
Old Roman princesses
Jewelry, hidden in golden hair
The smell of metals, dusted from the earth
A fairy forest, shimmering with magic
Untold stories of riches once great
Crowns so refined they could melt
A raw yearning of elegance
A color so deep, it is invaluable
In a class we had to pick a color to write a poem about, I chose gold.
Silver and still, dull and bright, soft and light.
Reflecting all the lights of the world;
Rocks dug from the crust of Earth.
A metallic taste of veins filled with wine-colored blood,
And the smell of household cleaning supplies.
Crinkles and pops of popcorn and cereal stacked in cabinets. T
he creaking of a door and raindrops on a tin roof;
The chill of a brisk wind,
Taking away the heat of a summer day.
Letting planes fly, as light as a feather,
Taking us high above the clouds to distant cities.
When it was found, how could we know;
The treasures it gives us now.
I wrote this poem in a class where we had to describe and visualize the different senses of Aluminum foil.
There is no limit to possibility
There should always be tranquility
No one takes away my peace
We are inclined to cease
Still, we fight and we rage
Like the bronze age
The burning walls
Become our downfall
Be our dying light
Oh, to see that sight
Long car rides and orange sunsets.
The sparks of a campfire and laughs of friends.
Grass against bare feet and a warm breeze filling the days.
Hikes through the forest and nights scattered with stars.
Polaroids and stolen kisses.
Climbing trees and dancing in the rain.
Horses racing across the beach and tiny canoes leaning against rocks. Salty ocean spray and rainbow clamshells.
Sandcastles and stick fights.
Flower crowns and leaf skirts.
Daydreaming and sunbathing.
All those memories shared with friends lasting a lifetime.
This poem is based on all the things I've wanted to do with my friends in the summer.
“You don’t have a soul, but you are a soul and you have a body.” - C.S. Lewis
So my sweet soul, a scintillating song
Where golden stardust collides
And flowers pulse through my veins
The body, still as a stone
How the being it becomes
From the dust of our ancestors
Built from the Earth, the beginning of time
Who are we? I must ask
When we saw the first speck of that bright light
Pulled from the mother’s womb
To a world of despair and destruction
We are that gold, laced through the porcelain and glass
Binding our broken world, we are that gold, I say
Born perfect to an imperfect realm
Good-hearted and kind, I know who I am now
We are the souls of the land, cast down by a gracious hand
For a short time, I will stay
But one day, my body will become still once more
And my soul will be again welcomed by my creator
This is based on the quote by C.S. Lewis and my views on our souls.
Nature’s peaceful and chaotic beauty
Two opposites, tearing down human boundaries
Building, moving, creating
Giving shape to life
Stories soaked in its splendor
The world bleeding and bruised
Reimagined into something new
Existence never dull with its bursts
Making war and peace all at once
The place we all dream about.
The place where our pain never existed.
Can there be such a place?
Everyone always asks
Where will we go when we die?
I always wonder, where were we before?
Before our creator shaped us into beautiful beings,
And before time itself burst into life.
When all of a sudden,
Colors we couldn’t envision exploded in a whirlwind;
And the stars built planets of great magnitudes.
To the ends of the earth,
For that place, we call home.
Is it real?
The feelings and thoughts we endure,
The rooms that fill our minds?
We may never know, I’m afraid.
For all we can do is live this life to the fullest.
She brings sadness and sorrow.
Everything aspiring to bring her down.
Nobody cared when she fought alone.
She doesn't need to be remembered.
She is willing to endure the pains,
To be bound by the chains.
For she doesn't cry,
She just smiles and spreads her arms.
She will protect all she loves.
Willing to sacrifice for everyone.
To her, fame is meaningless.
Even if the battlefield is dyed with blood.
Even if everyone is against her.
She will exist because of tomorrow.
This poem always reminds me of the regular people out there that are so selfless and someday how I wish to be that way too.
The heartbreak and the hurt.
The love and the kindness.
We are brought into this world with a bang,
But leave it with only a soft whisper.
The tiny voice echoing in our mind,
Guiding us along robust journeys.
Across the mighty sea,
And around the pillars to heaven.
We always seem to look up.
To the tiny bits of light;
The angels chipping away at the sky.
We hope and we pray,
To someday be one of those stars.
Maybe we will one day.
Maybe we will find that secret place.
Where we can be whoever we want,
And be together once again.
I wrote this at the same time as "I Wanna Be There" so they kinda read similar to each other.
He kissed her sleeping soul
With soft lips, she lost him
Like earth’s heart, the room constricted
Its body and mind
Filled with papers and pens
Scattered about the chairs and boards
That room endured long after them, but
On God’s bed, they slumber forever
This was a super weird poem I made for a class, with it definitely giving off a strange love vibe.
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