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Nylee Sep 2020
You were fresh out of September
Dewdrops touching my face

a bright day
A sunny smile
the star lighting me up

A patch of pink and blue

but with rainy nights
and windy breezy evenings

The sweaters of November
will suit you too
.
SA Szumloz May 2020
I look out my bedroom window,
Searching for something unknown
What is it I want? What do I seek?
If only my heart can speak.

Do I yearn for something bigger
Than the life I am leading that's smaller?
Do I long to walk in the raging fire
Than give into life's pleasures?

Yes, taking the easy way in life is nice
But where's the fun? Where's the spice
In staying in the same, comfortable spot?
What a terrifying thought!

No. The breezy life isn't for me
Let me hurt, let me run free.
Thoughts?
The9 Sep 2018
When I Grow Up
I wanna sing a Heavily song
No, I want to write a letter a mile long
Listen to Jazz with wine for zen
Play in the grass with a breezy wind

When I Grow Up
I wanna hug my mother
Hold her tight to show I love her
wash her feet to give her ease
kiss her hands for BARRING this SEED

When I Grow Up
I want to LET GO
use my wings to fly coast to coast
filled the world with love and laughter
live out my dreams even if it's a disaster

WHEN I GROW UP
Donna Jun 2017
Summer breeze blows by
Fence panels slightly wobble
Sun peeks through the clouds
Breezy morn :)
He has this goddess that resemble the breezy sky just within her eyes
And a soul that melts poison
Every second being a blessing
Never a day of bad dressing
And the only **** thing he cares about is what is between her thighs
This is a trope that should be gone
Stop putting up with guys like this
You will thank yourself in the long run
Seán Mac Falls Mar 2015
Early morning buzz
Coffee and chair in garden
Bees in the clover
Thandiwe Jun 2014
Views, words and set rules.
Time has befriended me yet I have no time for anything.
Resting. Soul has searched and found nothing.
“Our souls have long bonded before our bodies met.”
Cling to that hope, string of regret.
Soon or not…life will begin.
Stamped under society’s sin,
Has there been a vision of a better love.
Connected beyond what we’ve been taught.
Pave these paths to suite our walks still to be covered.
Dreams to be recovered, leave behind. The clones looking forward to the “to happen.”
Why then do they have eyes aglow with questions.
Pre-requsit of past mistakes they’ve imprinted themselves on my decisions.
Correct the false generations.
Exhausted by the dawns of more downs.
These upset frowns, mistaken for unknown smiles.
Taken miles to revolutionise these minds.
No where near the assigned soul.
Gauge out centres of my gold.
No return it feels, cheap thrills.
What a stony journey,
Breezy by and sweeping away reality.
Have we still got the trust instilled,
Is He still enthroned, why then do times keep us so constantly disturbed.
No more entrance nor exists…
When his beauty drown this sadness.
Why has so much of me been robbed?
Swapped by weary and exhausted pieces held together by hope.
So much sense has been polluted,
Left hallow and un-rooted.
Abundantly blessed and grateful for the joys. Seamed together with blinding glows.

— The End —