To my nose she was a stick of incense. Filling me whole, her eyes. The ashes fell, Spacing her walk. With smoke closely trailing. The sun quickly set. There's no where in the world I'd rather be. An empty room filled by you. A hint of spice mixed with something sweet. The steadiness of warmth no matter day or night. To relax and fall into deep sleep. The smoke dancing through my dreams In wait to be lit again
I can see the sun but can it see me? and so wonder if this could ever be. It shines down on me from there up high and I feel its warmth on my body nigh.
I regard it now as a lifelong friend who will always be there until the end. If many clouds obstruct its light from me there's a minor change of mood that I see.
I also look down where my shadow's cast before me when my back to it goes past. This need not be of any real concern for I have got to move around and turn.
I cannot look up at it for too long because its light to my eyes is so strong. All creatures depend on its light to live and that's what its purpose is all to give.
I bear the scorch of its cruel heat at times by living within the world's changing climes. But, saying this, I'm not the only one, who complains in a verse about the sun.
I enjoy its presence most of the day and in its light I often work and play. In the night it shines there via the moon to remind me that it will be back soon.
I can look up at the moon in the night and thank it for not being very bright. It has a calming effect on the mind and acts like it's of an opposite kind.
I then especially like the full moon as it breaks through the clouds to make me swoon. Revelling there under that midnight sun with all the stars shining beyond this one. _______
To catch a piece of the sea is to watch it slip away like a liquid moment
The feeling of floating carried gently by the churing blues is to feel your first kiss wet and fleeting or the first snowfall cold and haunting
The cool greens brush the skin in elegant dowsing as the waters push passed in hurried rushing
The liquid fingers wrestle with your bobbing frame touching and washing Underwater, sounds disappear the waves a thick elixir rhythmically soothing
There is a peaceful calm, the tides a natural balm like a holy water baptizing cleansing the past mistakes in salty droplets
I could drift, like seaweed dipping and diving sailing the water's surface washing up on shores unknown I could stay in this pool, this endless puddle feeling the waters suspended reflections in liquid moment
Breathe in Breathe out I can’t command my breath anymore My eyes are filled with toxic tears causing the problem to get worse Breathe in Breathe out Count with my five senses to calm down too bad they’re too compromised to do any help at all Breathe in Breathe out Worthless with out my grades, this A+ I have no good personality, no creativity to make me worth something Breathe in Breathe out So as I bury my head in my hands calming my anxiety is like covering a mountain with a blanket So I breathe in and breathe out
I had an anxiety attack in math while taking a test.
I always have these fantasies, where I am with my crush. We're both lying on the bed, and cuddling. Hugging and calming eachother. I think it's lovely. Do they think the same?
