I recall seeing golden fields basking beneath sunset wishes and dragonfly dances on a canvas of nature’s own hand painted in fantasy brush strokes tree lines waving at blue skies as autumn leaves created a vibrant landscape like so many colorful kites floating aimlessly on a cool breeze sifting through pumpkin patch mazes chilly days inviting snowflake flurries from alabaster hydrangea clouds silently sailing above pine cone hillsides welcoming evergreen aromas and fireside smoke streams reaching today as I gaze through moistened eyes blurred moments hover like heavy drape cloaks coating my visions in broken heart darkness and I realize, without you I now see nothing…at all
All cars flow down the same mainstream of the expressway,
And meet for a while, traveling the same road. They ride side by side touching for a brief span of time, being under one fellowship. Then the expressway divides and fellow travelers go their own ways, never having met but yet together. They divide never to see each other again or meet and yet they have touched each others' lives. And also they were once under one divine hand with the same pre-determined destination. Now they part and go different ways, yet they are still protected by one hand.
Written when I was in my late teen years. Some of the expressways were just being started.
Ghosts, goblins, skeletons, witches, black cats
A quarter moon, cloudy, rainy, dark night, scurrying rats Spooky houses, gooey hands, sweet candy, people jumping, lights flashing Screams of terror, evil laughing, smoky smells, lightening, cars crashing
If you are uncomfortable when you look in the mirror,
keep in mind: We spent thousands of years trying to convince the earth she was flat. We wrote her maps as evidence of the things we saw; and she believed them. She cried tsunamis, and had earthquake breakdowns. Keep in mind: the Sun never gave up hope. The earth will keep spinning and breathing the star-dusty space void of encouragement. Next time you look in the mirror and second-guess your potential divinity, remember you will keep shining and living. Because the Sun is out there believing in you, compensating for lack of the human capacity to treat each other empathically. You don’t need proof or approval to be exactly what you are; Eventually everyone will see your infinite beauty.
And when you fall
Get right back up People aren't Always there To pick you up Too busy Or whatever Just get up Someone will appreciate Your worth, one day. And you'll be glad You'll realise That all you did Was a path to them In disguise
I'm 14, don't freakin' judge me. :3 This was a random thought, oh well.