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Nature is life from which we can draw inspiration,
Looking at the trees and how they give me oxygen to cool off my perspiration,
I stand in awe and sigh as I breathe out my exasperation,
I feel like nature understands my deperation,
My desperation to fully accept that I'm part of the awesome creation,
This drives me to desire to become someones motivation..
Nature gives hope and relieves tension..
 May 2015
Valora Brave
Sleep is assumed
Time is nothing, but resumed

the water is wild
her hair is long and piled

She hangs plates in a kitchen
where no food is stored near,
but memories are held dear

For he lost himself at sea
and here he sees (there is) no problem
This is the way he desires to be
 May 2015
Valora Brave
I can't remember a day
I didn't try to run away
You looked at me and said
you thought you were the one
that would keep me still
- *fireflies still light up, even in a jar
 May 2015
Valora Brave
we would lie in opposite directions on the couch
apologizing when we'd accidently touch
and I have already forgotten
what if felt like to be yours
- *there were no songs to tell me what I was feeling
 May 2015
Valora Brave
You told me, "not now,
everything fits."
but if you looked closer
we were missing a piece
- the responsibility of having someone else's love
 May 2015
Valora Brave
I place you in a mold
and when you didn't fit
I tried to make you bend
but there were holes in you
the kind that only you could mend
 May 2015
Valora Brave
It rained for a week in the desert
at first we thought it was some kind of miracle
but then
we all started to drown
- *I thought I saw you yesterday
 May 2015
Valora Brave
You called me all the names of things I feared
I'd one day become.
As we sat across, my favorite beer, my favorite bar,
this time I didn't run
I sat and I faced you,
but we didn't get far
before I realized I
was simply searching for happiness
in the same place I lost it
- *we originated from broken homes and only fell in love to escape alone
 May 2015
Valora Brave
I went through my days' routine
so automatically
for so many weeks
that I didn't notice the peculiarity
of snow in May.
-*what do you feel when you feel nothing?

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