As my mind drifts off
to that place with you and me my body gets Lighter, my cheeks get Warmer, my smile gets Wider and my stomach gets a visit by a thousand Butterflies.
under the big old tree thinkin' about you smiling to me I'm holding to you and I'm just daydreaming to you
We wonder so much
about life beyond Earth that we forget the lives we live. The imagination likes to give and take.
It was cold, the breeze
Next to a window, I rest A cup of 5 minutes noodles sat on my hand Eyes on sunset, I drank the soup. Poetry book, sleep on my lap Music in my ears playing Adele Open sea and I'm in my own world. Perfect, perfect enough for this art.
If I could would I gather the courage to win your heart
****** you under my spell Ignore my minds rationale saying, "you don't have a chance!" Look into your beautiful eyes without fearing of rejection Graze your jawline with my hand Whisper the unvarnished truth Rather than daydreaming about it To this day I still wonder If I could, would I?
I often see myself...
Sitting in the shade of a lone old tree set in the middle of a field, on a warm, breezy afternoon. Leaning upon the trunk, I’d feel its gnarly bark gently pressing into the softness of my back. Making it seem as though in turn, the tree, too, leaned on me. As my fingers play with the tips of grass that grew lush around me, I’d think of people I know. And whom amongst them would share this joy like I would. I would spend many moments concocting poetic lines in my head; As my eyes trace the haphazard flight of butterflies. An occasional gust would come and sweep up the fragrance of nature into the air. I inhale... Sweetness... It lingers strong for a brief moment before receding into the folds and blending in with the smell of the earth and freshly trodden on grass. Such a day would only induce calmness and peace. Such a thought would seem too far to grasp. But such a dream keeps me hoping.
el gato perezoso
descansa allí tomando las cervezas que yo no bebí abajo se ve un rio furioso voy a bañarme
Seguidilla form (from Spain, así que decidí escribirlo en español)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seguidilla_(poetry) Inspired by my wandering thoughts at a riverside bar/restaurant named The Lazy Cat
I enjoy many things about you.
The three undone buttons on your white collared shirt. Your collar bone peaking from behind the strips of fabric. Your large hands and messy chocolate hair