We pick up where we left off Those deep brown eyes And that side slide smile My heart offsets its rhythm Your arms wrapped around me And it feels like perfection A completed puzzle Of lust and safety Never-ending summer evenings It feels like home And I think you feel it too
Sometimes I wish I really was a bin. Trash could fill my surrounds, and in. ******* would be in my mind, I sometimes I could hope, that a coin might land inside .
A graphically pleasing poem written about embodying my alter-ego transformation.
As I lay in the darkness Playing with shadows Entertaining phantoms That may never pass The moon slowly ducks Behind some houses The sky is still dark But a solitary birdsong Cuts through the darkness Like a knife A lonely but brave call To the sun to free it From the darkness So it may spread it's Wings once more and Take flight. The solitary song Continues sad but Brave and beautiful My heart hurts For this tiny creature. For how can it trust That the sun will Respond to it's lonely call As it echos though the still night? But then through the inky darkness As the silence settles in Another faraway song begins To ****** through the night air And another and another... Beautiful brave calls Determined to break the darkness In their unity. Different sounds echo in A chorus across the already Lightening night sky, As though their very calls Are strong enough to call Forth the sun And pull it up by it's roots And for a moment I nearly believe it. The chorus grows louder And more diverse Pretty song birds Twittering sweet notes To the lush low of seagulls Calling to the sun to rise up And suddenly as if Beckoned by their calls A single ray of sun breaks The horizon As their song Hits a crescendo And then a lull As though temporarily humbled By the sun's answer To their call Before bursting Into full chorus again In celebration and awe As the sun rises For another beautiful day.
out there I see a red world but in here all there is is a faint white glow the glow is small it's found to be very few among a world of giant flashing red lights lights that black out all the beauty within the red lights channel anger my anger inside the faint white glow gives hope hope to all those lost in the world of red
Flow for the soul Art for the heart It's time for your mind to see truly able to be free Did you know that your influenced By people you don't know Would we continue to let people Be the front runners of our species Who just hate who just bring pain Who lie and cheat for the only reason to get more rich more money more power. Is thius what life truly is. No this is not. I know you know this is the truth... It isn't some *******. Actors and story tellers amount te highest paid.... People who control social media are paid more then so many doctors... While hospitals. This makes no sense... How is it we let the industrial revoulutial and the birth of commercialism a ruin the human race. Not saying we were perfect at anytime... But like really there were people willing to give freedom and we sat by and let those people be pushed away even killed... This is why we need to stand tall talk about the issues the brain washing by mass media to tell you what you want what you need. We are human and we must learn to live together.
