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 Oct 2015 Nicholas
M
Why I Write
 Oct 2015 Nicholas
M
I write so that someone will care enough about me to read it.
inspired by a twitter hashtag.
 Oct 2015 Nicholas
vivianne
gold
 Oct 2015 Nicholas
vivianne
gold lights light the city
the softness in the curves of your face
remind me of the security in innocence
you take a flower off a tree
dangling right above your gold head
and you put it in my hair
gently as if everything were made of glass
when the petals are in my hair
you call me angel
i take your hand in mine
you kiss me on the forehead
i feel like gold when i am with you
i feel like you, and you are my treasure
you are gold
i am so obsessed lately
 Oct 2015 Nicholas
vivianne
mountain
 Oct 2015 Nicholas
vivianne
lets go to our home in the hills
the mountains we love
lets hold hands through the valley
and sleep together in the trees
pick flowers for me on our way up
tell me you love me when the sunsets
and at the end of our journey
our journey to the home we've created
the place where we'll stay
tell me you'll never leave me
 Oct 2015 Nicholas
cmy
If somehow I could find the places
beyond those books I read
and catch fickle rainbows by the tail
A lover's breath that stays
on wintry window panes

If somehow I could hear
the happy talk of the brook
and see where those lovely thoughts run
Then I could remember
how this changing world looks

Sundust that glow bright
under the dusty morning light
Stormy purple clouds
on rainy marvelous nights

Then perhaps somehow somewhere
Sometime in the evening
When I feel my tall shadow shaking
And my heart starts beating
Shall I go where the paths disappear?

Though I do not know where I’ll be
There will always be dreams
Someday I’ll be home again
Once I know where I am
The world is a dark and lovely place
 Oct 2015 Nicholas
cmy
I hear my happy thoughts sing
Of shapes and sounds the April rain brings,
To faraway yellow hills I will go
To seek the throbbing rainbow's end

I danced along the unseen track
The path that leads to once spoken dreams
For these thundering dreams I will keep
Till at the last turning we shall meet

At the beating of the greying rain
I will find my home again
In the deepening of this world
I will find my rainbow's end
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