I love music, rhythm; wanna get within 'em. I'm twenty and getting a grip on my life. Hands may slip, and can only be hoped to be caught. Hopefully by the right ones. Inspired by love of life and idealistic reality. Ohm is my ora and it glows a bright gre 17 followers / 911 words
live on in the breeze in the balance of the trees the breathing of the leaves The Trucks The Cars The Freeze is coming in the clouds and screaming oh so loud
we will find in time our own
the flood the pain the love the gain the loss our bodies the cost
your life your love will live past you and everything you do
give space love, pace run, chase live, race walk slow but go come back or don't some day you'll see what i see my eyes see your eyes me ...... you stop catch up look back
routine monotony irritable it bothers me to suffer from a steady hand didn't end the way we planned we can start a change we can spark another phase yes you can come down you may calm your nerves your words watching you cry its not as bad as it is we can all get through this ****** anger worry danger parks at night
pass it over the walk way out of the city still there sit still there ..you've done a lot today. you're beautiful i can see your soul so pure lovely so sweet those eyes they shock me so deeply ..my heart oh to be your book that you might turn my pages grasp my binding and read me hear my story and write me yours across the train from you
The sun through the trees The wind and the leaves The ample glow Of the pine from beneath The heat from the sight As it stands in its light The fear in its height Walking underneath Looking over Off in the distance the trees The rustle of leaves Being blown in the breeze The comfort in shivers Knowing you can still shake The thoughts that you keep from dreams When you awake The change that it makes On the life it's begun And knowing it's all just a part of the sun And you're staring So slowly revolving around The point to which It all has been bound Left over from whatever happened before And always compulsively striving for more
But to get to the point Staring at the sun Is tangible proof That something's begun