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Apr 2018 · 380
masterpiece
Adele Apr 2018
The tip of this pen
where the ink drips
has been sketching words
of your face,
the smile, the soft touch of your hand,
the words you whispered
that made my day


also the drip made a mess
when I sat frozen
trying not to draw
the tears you gave
and the promises that never came

but I finished a masterpiece.
Apr 2018 · 951
Love
Adele Apr 2018
The word that twirls a lady in
a windy moors
with daffodils watching her from afar
moving their bodies to the velocity and rhythm

Words, words, words,
the flowers took a glance of a
pummeled heart
the next day where clouds gloom
pouring anger to a lonely life
the lady lay on a bed of grass
waiting for the rain to melt
her raging heart

Little daisies whisper
as the lady found a shade
and sat looking at a tranquil sky
She waited and waited
until the night came to cover the dismal eyes

Every day the flowers
await for the beam of sunlight
and the soft touch of the wind
who used to play with the
lady in the moors

She disappeared without a trace

One day, she came back with
a discreet smile
walking with grace
on her way to paradise
she planted a sunflower
under the sunlight

she looked up and blinded by the glint
the flowers giggled
and started dancing again.
Apr 2018 · 195
The Flag of the Past
Adele Apr 2018
men wept in the drought of dark chasm
queue to damnation
the irresponsibility of the authority
in the trades of recession
selling apples a day
kept the people away
sailing across the Atlantic
trying to find ways
entering a new land,
portals don’t welcome new immigrants

He should have stayed in Brooklyn
but what was the difference
slums of Limerick
Hoovervilles or shantytowns

There were no jobs
million voiceless throng
hidden in the record
There must be crime

Starvation and disease
lack of medical facility
yet alcoholism
and wiping shillings
was famous in the pub

Future, pay heed
to the dark horrors
of the past
that brought light
to this present
the flag of history stays with the present. It has always been here and it is important to wave them in significance in remembering what we have today.
Jan 2018 · 687
Aurora
Adele Jan 2018
winter’s mourn created
a white crystal blown by the
northern wind

dismal sky under a blanket of snow
along with empty trees hybernating,
patiently waiting for spring

mother rabbit hopped
back inside the log
to hug her babies

A group of deer
scavenging on the white field
paused and looked up

There were silence
only the buzz of wind.

Even the owl peeked
but then again closed
his heavy eyelids

A gleam of parhelion
dominated winter’s despair

In that moment,
apricity showered a feast of bliss
Dec 2017 · 580
Unmask
Adele Dec 2017
Love on disguise
fair dinkum in my eyes
across the ocean
learning to fly
watch the wings, soar up high
Free as a bird, singing in the sky
Looking for a place to live
For it is feign or may not,
who could tell,
two lovers
may not be
Love in his eyes, or in mine
does it look even real?

Heaven knows
how high they can reach
aureate time,
waiting to ignite
:D
Adele Nov 2017
I can hear them. There is not one, but might be hundreds of them lurking behind these rickety wood walls.

He is watching. The party has always been watching. I can control my thoughts. Cogito ergo sum. This is my world, no one can touch me. These are my thoughts, my heart beats for what is good for me. My hands scrawling, my brain is just scribbling.

Yet, I’ve known from the start that I am a dead man.

I didn’t commit adultery, I followed them. I am alive, I can feel my heart racing. My blood all over my body... reminds me why I’m here. To survive and live, yet I am still a dead man.

I am no mute, but I can’t speak. While writing this I can picture my hands and feet with shackles, wounds of torture. I’ve been always a dead man.

The prole doesn’t know. They need to know. They should stop listening or watching the telescreen. They should strive to dig the Oldspeak.

Oh, right. Who dares to doublethink against a totalitarian regime anyway?

The guns are always on their hands. The war is always going. It’s always here. The past... is always here. We don’t see it, but it’s here! There’s nowhere to run or hide, the world tried.

I will be the next unperson, vaporising in the history of Oceania. They won’t remember. They’ll try not to remember. We are a nobody. Winston was right. I can feel the boot stamping on my face. This is the future.

My voice... is a thought crime, will never be accepted in this society.

I am a dead man.

I am ready... the Thought Police has been always watching me. The INGSOC. Big Brother. I will never love him!

But I am ready to be trap in the place where there is no darkness. I am ready... for the Ministry of Love.

I won’t ever, ever love Big Brother!

I do not care, for I am already a dead man!
GLOSSARY OF TERMS

• Big Brother- the face of the Party, the leader behind the great power. The best part is that we never come to confirm his actual existence. He might not even be real. Maybe the Party just hired an intimidating-looking male model to make those posters. The face of the Party, Big Brother acts as reassurance and a trustworthy entity for many (his name is warm and fuzzywarm and fuzzy and easy to embrace). Yet, he is also your biggest enemy and threat – if you are one of the criminals (he is watching your every move).

• Cogito ergo sum- Renee Descartes, the famous philosopher, used that to prove his own existence. It literally means, "I think; therefore, I am." He claimed that his ability to form thoughts made him a real, living, human being.


• Doublethink- the acceptance of two contradictory ideas or beliefs at the same time.

• INGSOC- "Ingsoc" means "English Socialism." The "Ing-" is based on the pronunciation of "English" and "-soc" on "socialism."


• Oceania - The super state in which protagonist Winston Smith dwells. It is believed to be composed of the Americas, the British Isles (called "Airstrip One" in the novel), Iceland, Australia, New Zealand, Polynesia, and Southern Africa below the River Congo.

• Ministry of Love- The Ministry of Love (or Miniluv in Newspeak) serves as Oceania's interior ministry. It enforces loyalty to Big Brother through fear, buttressed through a massive apparatus of security and repression, as well as systematic brainwashing


• Oldspeak- normal English usage as opposed to technical or propagandist language


• Prole- a shortening of the word proletarian, a term for the working class.

• Telescreen- a wall-mounted electronic device that doubles as a television and a surveillance camera. Used by the Thought Police to monitor the citizens.


• Thoughtcrime- even more serious offense than committing an actual crime: It's the act of thinking about committing a crime. You have thoughts that conflict with the Party line, like thinking "Big Brother is ungood.”

• Thought Police- a group of people with totalitarian views on a given subject, who constantly monitor others for any deviation from prescribed thinking

• Unperson- someone who has been vaporized. Vaporization is when a person is secretly murdered and erased from society, the present, the universe, and existence. Such a person would be taken out of books, photographs, and articles so that no trace of them is found in the present anywhere – no record of them would be found.


• Winston Smith- a fictional character and the protagonist of George Orwell's 1949 novel Nineteen Eighty-Four.

-INSPIRED BY GEORGE ORWELL’s 1984-

(a life-changing recommended read)
Oct 2017 · 596
Untitled
Adele Oct 2017
ebb of dreams swam at the depths
and will no longer found on the shore

Shout or scream,
no one will hear
it was already on the ocean floor
Aug 2017 · 411
a secret
Adele Aug 2017
"a pocket full of shells" is playing on my mind
under the scorching tender heat
on a white villa with a panoramic view of a sapphire blanket covering the entirety of the world

the sound of vigorous wind whispered to come and dance as he blew mini waves on the shore, they didn't stop dancing,
so does the trees and the birds that sing along
from afar the mountains are silhouette

these nature, whispered a secret at each other
a conundrum, only they- can understand
and humans trying to search for answer
that seas, mountains, the skies
become majestic to everyone's eyes,

but we only come and watch them for a while,
ponder an ethereal thoughts
in some way,
we find ourselves
there's something about them and they won't tell.
they'll keep calling for you to come,

but you still ponder.
Jul 2017 · 626
Listen... (Elegy)
Adele Jul 2017
Listen, can you hear?
The birds singing wistfully just for you
We are all mourning with your name written as a song
Together, we sing as the toll of bells
dance with the chilly wind
and we will forever sing it

You may not see your daughter’s swollen eyes
Or the little ones running and laughing above the ground
But your secrets are buried deep and will be forever keep
No, I do not just sit and stare
My aching heart will always beat for your name
And I will forever sing your song

Your flesh sat so neatly
and bones will sweetly blossom in the air
But together, you will rise as a seed that grows
You grew into a beautiful flower under the morning sun
You grew bigger as vines crawl into the gravestones
Weeds have sat upon and cover the bold carved words ‘you will forever sing my name’

We might have seen you somewhere, somehow
up, up in the sky as a tranquil bird
or under the ground as a water gushing
from the ocean's call

you are everywhere
and your name will be forever written as a song

an old song hidden from the trunk and voices, running out

Can you still hear?
For my grandma who's watching from above. Your name will always live.
May 2017 · 2.7k
Footprints~
Adele May 2017
people always leave without knowing
their footprints always stays
May 2017 · 1.6k
Abysm of Time
Adele May 2017
stone-blind to suppress
the poison that enlivens a soul
how cryptic a fool you become
to see erroneous fantasy
to chase a false reality
wake up and see the aftermath
Love, is a mischief
oh, hold your horses- apathy
a broken dream
and you are entrap
May 2017 · 625
Sound of the Night
Adele May 2017
As the sun folds in half
the orange horizon blazed in the sky
darkness plunged
and cover the world

I closed my eyes,
found myself laying in the soft, moist grass,
feeling the weight of the earth
the humming of the wind,
birds singing wistfully
crickets hiding in their sanctuary

I am alone with the brimming moon
and the myriad of stars

all the flaws, imperfections and scars
became hidden from the dark

for once, my soul revives...

no one can touch me.
Apr 2017 · 1.3k
i am good, you are better.
Adele Apr 2017
if you are a rose
I am the thorn
he saw the beauty
of your petals
he saw your bloom



you are the stars in the night
I am the invisible clouds
covered by the shadow and mystery
guess, you light up the sky



if I am a lake
you are the vast turquoise ocean
giving him hopes and dreams
something I can never give



you are the map of places that
he have never been
a place of beauty and exploration
and I am that place
the small place
he wouldn't dare to come back.
Apr 2017 · 1.1k
Tic Tac Toe
Adele Apr 2017
tic tac toe
three exes on a row
Humanity, War, Destruction
ready to win for a show
Rock, Paper, Scissors
watch how nuclears and missiles
lift everything from the ground,
like a wrestler ready to break every round
Peek-a-boo! I see you.
On a small box and papers
they announced the list of winners.
Tic Tac Toe, I see no O's.
The 'opponents' are winning
Their 'outrage',turning the world upside down.
It's sad to say, the game...
is **'over.'
Mar 2017 · 1.4k
The Bard of Avon
Adele Mar 2017
It all started in the town Warwickshire,
within Stratford-upon-Avon
a magician invented a spell
a thaumaturgy from Ovid's
magnum opus and Holinshed Chronicles
that whispered an image
of kings and battles
which turned into a game of bewitchment!

Hail the Globe Theatre
where the throng gathered
and witness the sorcery
ensorcelled by the conjurer
though spell cast into ashes
and turn dreams
into a nightmare

Yet, 'Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.'
The summary of master Shakespeare's life. The last quoted line is from 'The Tempest', his last solo masterpiece.
Mar 2017 · 1.1k
poems and feelings
Adele Mar 2017
they asked...
"why do you write most when you're sad?"

it took me awhile to think.
but didn't answer.

I just started writing
then realized,
because no one will understand
if I tell them they would laugh

if i tell them of what I really feel,
the dreams and hopes, or of what person I've always wanted to be

they wouldn't understand
some would think it's nonsense and some will try to listen but it won't any make sense

because we are all in our own.

everyone are busy saving their own lives

and happy poems?

it's hard for me to take time and jot the fleeting feelings of how the flowers bloom in spring and how summer gives me the time to contemplate on an infinite waves

I just want to feel the moment, for myself.

Then I would feel better.

just like writing sad poems,

it would make me feel better.
Mar 2017 · 407
Untitled
Adele Mar 2017
|if i never found poetry
i wouldn't see myself surviving
in the middle of this chaos |
Mar 2017 · 878
Fall~
Adele Mar 2017
dreams are shattered
pieces lying on the ground
yesterday's hope, gone in a blink
waiting for tomorrow
same old thing
nothing's happening,
and the clock's ticking
the dance of life
and the song of happiness
turned into a trickling sand
standing in the edge of defeat,
looking down in an abyss

...ready to embrace the fall.
Feb 2017 · 750
what we deserve--
Adele Feb 2017
When I was fifteen,
I first felt the butterfly
somersaulting inside,
under a summer sun of July
a fleeting moment
took chance on an empty school hallway
staring at his dark brown eyes
there was a flicker that created power
in a millisecond
That light became a balance
to a thing we called 'relationship'
In that age, the light turned into a glint
until there is nothing else to see
we were blind

When I was twenty,
my mind was abuzz
from the humming of
lectures and piles of paper in my desk
I am dosed by the entice of caffeine
and would sometimes love to
go further until I get to the end of the world
but I'm tired of going in circles
it is round

When I looked back from what I have
started they said I've changed
My reflection exhibits a portrait of bleak
I listened to the whisper,
never trusted the reverie in my head
how could something fragile become robust?
how does a person survive from a fall?
how do you keep pushing when gravity's winning?

I just see how humans could be so much more.
Jan 2017 · 818
melancholy~
Adele Jan 2017
melancholy
is a beautiful sound
that reflects one's entirety
a song made for a soul
that never sleeps
it is not just a mood
but a color of either black or blue
It gives sepia when remembering good times
A feeling that gets you mope and hope
melancholy lives in you and me
play the sound, feel the waves
and drown in its monstrosity
Nov 2016 · 716
Havoc
Adele Nov 2016
They didn't know that
some pretty laugh and a smiling face

could stir a havoc inside.
Nov 2016 · 461
Untitled
Adele Nov 2016
maybe what people
usually say is true
3am thoughts
is a curse that turns
your day soul into blue.
Aug 2016 · 1.2k
Silhouette
Adele Aug 2016
I am my own prisoner
from the hidden
thoughts that battling in my mind
and for the opinion
that won't even matter
in people's lives

There is a person inside
screaming; wanting
to get out

But a voice of me whispered
that she has to
stay for awhile

There was silence
as she sat on her own shadow
being careful,
not to make any sound.
How hard can it be to simply be yourself? :(
Adele Aug 2016
her eyes looked at me with faith
hinting there's another way to live
She has a little world inside her head
since we were young
and the moment she graduated,
I knew she's almost there

I am one of those people who
will be forever stuck in this small town
No one believes in me,
Well, I don't trust myself either
What do I know anyways?

The tear in my knuckles, taste of blood
from the endless fight, forever be on my father's side and knowing there's no hope in my mother's misty mind. This is how I live and this is how my every day work.

I have to let her go. We live in the same place but two different worlds.

I have to walk away although it might hurt us both.
'inspired by the book Where All Lights Tend To Go'
Jun 2016 · 1.1k
the enigma of a masked guy
Adele Jun 2016
I wanted to tear his mask,
but he told me not to do it again,
he then swam in the depths of loneliness
I've always wanted to know his fears
since only I could see his dreams,
but he has shown how strong he could be
I ask him questions, he never answers
sometimes, he would laugh
a laugh that would strike your healing heart
he would smile too
a smile that would vanish gloomy clouds away
but what about his eyes?
I see no glimmer,
must be a fountain of lies
he just lifted a dying soul,
maybe he is a hero or could be a villain
but what is the truth?
Again, I tried to pull his mask off,
but he ran away
and never came back.
May 2016 · 2.4k
Let's Build A Sandcastle!
Adele May 2016
Remember the sandcastle 
that we used to build?

It took some time
but little did we know
we have handcrafted our future

it was a hard work and patience
Passerby's liked it, others did not
but what do they know?
We had fun building it!

We were diligent to fill
it with sand
Sand that was formed
into an art of love
A castle that we both own

Yes, you will be the king,
and please, call me 'milady'
We will rule the kingdom
No negativities shall come in

Not until when we came back
Those sands of promises and memories
become pain
Everything was ruined
when the waves washed
our dreams away.
May 2016 · 535
Map
Adele May 2016
Map
I wish to be that place 
you've always wanted to explore
As you trace the line
and struggles going there,
I want you to think
about the adventures
and memories that will happen
Pin a tack to remind yourself
how beautiful it was
Stick a note about the things you saw
Tell people how wonderful everything was
although you only have to stay for awhile
*repost since I accidentally published a draft to public :D
Apr 2016 · 1.6k
Closed Door
Adele Apr 2016
When we were younger,
we never wanted to be alone
When we were more fragile,
we easily get attached to simple
gesture and things
Our immature minds
told us without someone,
we can't survive
and when losing that someone
was too hard to take,
We locked our doors and closed
the curtains
Until we grew up
there's not even a ray of
sunshine that came in our lives
only because we chose not to let
anyone in.
Apr 2016 · 664
Walls ~
Adele Apr 2016
Words slither from their mouth 
The sound ripples
in her ears like the drops
of water from a lonesome cave
She decided to build a wall
and hear no more echoes

In silence,
the heart pitter- patter's
the lungs pounding... in and out
wanting to tell that she's alive,
telling her in a mute
'don't let your gutsy soul fly'

In silence, 
there's too much noise

so she just decided to break the walls down as she rose from solitude.
She can still hear it, but she doesn't mind. Her gutsy soul is with her all this time ;)
Apr 2016 · 638
LOST
Adele Apr 2016
I, sometimes think,
I am wasting my time for nothing.
It is running and I'm not moving.
The world revolves,
people evolve
They told me to find my place,
and I'm still here on the same spot.
I don't know what to do.
What I see are them walking on fast forward
and I will always be on a slow motion.
Mar 2016 · 752
"Never Good Enough"
Adele Mar 2016
I spent my thoughts brimming
under the moonlight
Wondering what had happened,
where am I?
I used to spill the ink
and create a beautiful world
using my imaginative mind
but where is the magic
that used to take me on the other side
I know I'm destined to be
on a paradise
but I also know
I'll be stuck in this abyss
for a long time.*:(
Mar 2016 · 771
Stitches
Adele Mar 2016
In a crowd of throng,
there was this lost soul
Deaf to hear the laughter
too blind to see the bliss

you could come closer
and see the hidden bleak

only him,
embraced the broken parts,
and never in her life she felt this whole.
Mar 2016 · 789
This Morning...
Adele Mar 2016
I can now feel the heat
of summer that I've
always wished
Twigs are still empty,
the blanket of snow is still on the road
but being Sunkissed on the bus window
is what I've longed for.
Adele Feb 2016
Do not fall inlove with a writer
they see and feel everything.
particles that somersault in the morning ray telling them to embrace the day

They can smell the haunting
aroma of a coffee
whispers 'go grab your pen and write'

they look into a person's eyes
and could witness
how a sea crash into someone's soul

Do not fall inlove with a writer
they appreciate and value everything you do

they could see the entire universe
from your smile
only the ocean could tell
their hopes and fears.

They easily fall and break too hard.

Don't fall inlove with a writer
they'll make you their muse

from good times to bad times,
you will be the lyrics of their song.
Feb 2016 · 684
Stars
Adele Feb 2016
The massive stars
give all their fuel in the night sky
somehow, time will come
they will explode and die
One's existence will turn black
and will eventually fade.
Feb 2016 · 691
Ocean's Wail
Adele Feb 2016
I'm going to leave the ocean
where I spent my whole life mesmerizing
the million contours of the sun

Oh, look at those lovely birds sailing placidly in the sky
Farewell to the tides
that washed the feelings that I used to hide

I am saying goodbye to the embrace of the salted air
The gentle breeze that every day whispers 'stay'

No one can't find me
not even under the surface of where the crustacean's play

I'm leaving this ocean
just like how you left that day
I'm tired of drowning
knowing you're no longer here to keep me safe
Nov 2015 · 1.3k
Wanderland
Adele Nov 2015
she stares on an empty sky,
all birds sailing to the other side.
she gazed at this one tree,
broken twigs and no more leaves.
Her feet's taking her,
maybe to the wilds?
or somewhere she can go away and hide.
The ***** footsteps made her this far
on a blanket of white snow,
the song of northern mockingbird
filled the space
enormous silver birches turned to ice
she wondered how solitude could be this sublime
Oct 2015 · 1.2k
Untitled
Adele Oct 2015
hush now,
the sun is sleeping
and your thoughts are flowing

oh hush,
the moon is shining
let that thoughts brim

shhh...
before you go to bed
feel the hymn of the night
that gives life,

to a broken dream.
Oct 2015 · 1.3k
3am
Adele Oct 2015
3am
I woke up

with thousand thoughts
sailing in the sea

only to find out

every piece is 'you'.
Adele Oct 2015
'Look Papa!'
the dirt on his shirt, faded
as he touched the
cold water that splashed his face
His father rubbed his head
for he had been brave today
Although the crease in his father's face
will no longer go away,
he squeezed his father's hand
letting him know they are safe

'Papa! We're near...'
The excitement in his voice
seeing the island
trailed off as
the boat going to and fro

oh no, the noise of chaos
is coming again

He thought these
waves are magic magnets
that takes away the fear and worries
of people
a wave that will take
them to a new place of hope

'My son...'
He tried to tighten the grip
and so does his weeping father
he was pulled down
the surface
with million film running in his head
and thought maybe he'll see his
loving mother and
the smiling face of his sister again
Whatever religion you are I ask for you to pray for all those in Syria. God knows we need every single prayer #HumanityWashedAshore (9/4/15)
Adele Oct 2015
A-little kid once dream,
C-reating that dream wasn't easy
R-ight from the very start, he always wanted to be someone that he wants
O-ver the years, he grew up with determination
S-earching for the world where he truly belongs
T-omorrow might be the day’, he thought.
I-nside, he can feel the power of reaching that dream
C-reativity is what he has, but it wasn’t enough.

That dream, will never stop him, for he knows he can try again tomorrow.

If it won’t work out, there’s always another ‘tomorrow’, so he decided to just keep going.
Sep 2015 · 1.4k
war in her head
Adele Sep 2015
she's lost in her own desolation
her mind is a sea of chaos
the ebb of tide
crash each memory,
fusing every piece that was washed

she is still writing
and she will never stop writing
Sep 2015 · 1.7k
The Long Lost King
Adele Sep 2015
He built me an empire
on a gargantuan chateau
There, you'll see me write
under the Northern lights

stars hover in sight
as the ghostly glow of
green  in the east over
the peak of the mountain sky
began to dance this one winter night

The man of my history
is nowhere in sight
he could rule the earth
but I was left in a tower
of one window
with a candle lamp on my side

The blow of snow coming from
my window sends shiver
down my spine

It's cold and empty
there's no more guards
standing on the portcullis,
the drawbridge wasnt closed
for years
and the moat is starting to freeze

Everything is dead,
only my heart is alive

waiting for the king
to find his way back from
a journey that made him lost
his home, people
and once he called a queen
Sep 2015 · 1.1k
Oh, Mother!
Adele Sep 2015
“Here grab some apple pancakes”
she sings the hum
of  a beautiful today and tomorrow
where birds join in chorus

“It’s autumn, I won’t rake the leaves!"
She doesn’t want to see
the long face
I’m always wearing

“My dear, sometimes, you have to
cherish the ‘fall’
for days will pass,
leaves will wither,
a storm may blow off our roof.
But seasons are like people
they come and go,
but be ready,
and most of all be strong.”

She smiled like she never cried before.
All I want, is not to rake the leaves.

But her words...
'always' make sense.
Sep 2015 · 1.4k
Muse
Adele Sep 2015
"...then write me a million poems."
he stood there
waiting for me
to drip the ink.

"...I am your muse, for eternity."
He could be true
for I find the sun, stars, moon,
oceans or seas
springing
inside his soul

"...without me, there'll never be a piece."
Here I am,
not moving an inch
slowly dropping the pen on
slow motion, I can hear the faint
clank of its metal

"... you are nothing."
His grin vanished without a trace
I don't know what to say,
so what I did, was just walked away.
Sep 2015 · 1.0k
1901
Adele Sep 2015
it was in the year 1901
when I stopped at Gustav's
from the raging storm
in the street of Paris
i looked up in the morning sky
blocked by the unfinished building
stood long and tall
in the same spot where
we used to lie under the shade
of a sycamore tree
oh im drifting since you walked away
the sound of rain
and the silent pain
im waiting for a clear day
to take my baggage for the next train
(c) Adele
Aug 2015 · 887
so far/
Adele Aug 2015
You are the mountains
that I'll never reach
your streak of golden hair
is the sun that'll burn
me when I come closer
Your smile is a tide
that could wash me away
and you're the ship
that I've always wanted to catch
I'm drowning,
but you're sailing away
Aug 2015 · 1.3k
Dream, Dream, Dream
Adele Aug 2015
I was born from a farthest star
where beauty and shattered lights
sprinkled all over the place

i touched the glass of gold crystals,
they are soft and silky
that I can glide and say 'weee!'

The strand of my hair goes
to slow motion
as I somersault into the air

The giant moon illuminates
from sight
he yawns as I wave
and gave a sweet smile

I can hear the words
'Dream, Dream, Dream'
echoes from his mind

I close my eyes and feel the warmth
of the stars embrace

'Dream, Dream, Dream' whispers from the
billion celestial of the night

I find happiness in an endless tranquil space.
Have a good night everyone!
Aug 2015 · 1.4k
My Life
Adele Aug 2015
I breathe a sea of emotions
I am the painter of the vast sky
The sun and the moon
whispers each memory
when I close and open my eyes
I rise with the mountains
and drown beneath the ocean's time
I fly with the birds
and dance with the trees
I see the air's breath
through its gentle breeze
I was born from one's history
and died from a subtle knife
I might reborn
after a very long time
Just read my words
and listen to the music of my heart

My life is a song

of endless poetry.
(c) Adele
Jul 2015 · 2.5k
secrets of the night~
Adele Jul 2015
tell me how beautiful is the stars
and how the moon shines so bright
explore every inch of wonders,
embrace the night sky

whisper your wishes
turn off the lights
tell me how your mind
floats in the darkness
when slowly,
you are suffering inside.
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