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Danielle Bluejay Sep 2014
I looked out the window and saw
wet leaves
stuck to the concrete

It was a beautiful compilation
of orange, yellow, some brown,
a few green

And the more I looked around
the more I came to see
the utterly pure magnificence
of the world
around me

Even in the tiny things
Danielle Bluejay Aug 2014
I want to live like a tree
Very grounded; rooted
Yet my head still in the clouds
So calm in a storm, with just the occasional
snap
Always there,
Always listening,
Always beautiful throughout the seasons
wrote this in my notebook during class one day instead of taking notes. here's to the daydreamers
Danielle Bluejay May 2014
My mind can wander
across the tallest mountains
and through the densest forests
but it always seems to find it's way
right back to you.
The problem is
that I wonder where your mind runs
and if it seems to find me, too.
But maybe your mind climbs the mountains
and travels the forests
and lingers through fields of daisies,
And maybe your mind
just doesn't ever come across
someone like me.
Wrote this on my phone one night and decided to post it for you friends
Danielle Bluejay May 2014
I sat in silence yet nature was
screaming,
but,
so gently, so subtly
The wind whispered
into my ear
and the crickets sang their sweet lullaby
All was in harmony
underneath the moonlit clouds
And I sat in peace
just basking in nature's sounds

It's funny,
even on our most lonesome nights
we are never truly
alone
Danielle Bluejay Apr 2014
Drops of dew on the window sill in the morning
seep down into my heart
like they know that it's yearning
Next to me you sleep, so precious in the dawn
As the demon inside of me
brings out feelings withdrawn

It's true, my dear
You are so much more beautiful to me
than you think you are
Danielle Bluejay Apr 2014
Sometimes I’ll just sit and wonder
How
It all came down
To the flip
Of a
Coin
Danielle Bluejay Mar 2014
You scribble down the name of a drug I can't pronounce
Is that an A or an O?
And send me on my way
It seems like that's how you send all of us off these days
Do you really know my life?
Would you even take the time to listen?
I have my doubts
and I'm sticking with them
Because frankly,
all you're concerned about
is the paycheck you'll be getting.
Freewrite from a few years ago that I modified a little bit. Re-inspired by recent events
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