The whirlwinds from this hurricane Creates a continuous world warp the destructive tide remaining inside Terrifying, flashing lighting side to side Clearly everywhere it's a mystery Drift to sleep and float in peace.
It's best to keep calm, cool and collective. When it comes to friends I am overprotective as well as selective. Under any form. Not every choice, is worth a risk. Take a moment to feel the shift, before you flip the script! You cannot hold on to it. Allow it comfort you. Another day with you is more than a gift. Vacuous matters weighing on you dissolve and wash away
You give me life. In every situation must not lose your composure Remain free of tension. A wise one of the world Embedded it in our souls... "To be formless... Formless like water"
Is it the red crescendoing of trees lining the icy lake? Or the pebbles popping under the rubber wheels of my old car? Is it the warmth of picking up wool scarves from their summer cocoons? Being shaken out and wrapped around cold necks? Is it this lower state's familiar weather, blending brisk wind with bright sun? The way it heats the second-floor windows in the frigid mornings? Is it the scents of sage and roasting meat floating through the door, welcoming me home? Or the mismatched pairs of shoes kicked under the hallway bench?
It might be this last bit of Cabernet slowly tumbling to top my cup, or the ceaseless squeak of my childhood bed. But yes, something calls me here, back to the beginning. Back to the autumns of our home.
it was the night we got high off of our youth we soared through the sweet strawberry sunset we didn’t talk we didn’t have to it was just me and you on a wednesday night forgetting the world and at last, being at ease.
You look at life with rose tinted glasses. Everything Is a coincidence or a stroke of luck or fate Nothing is planned. Everything is up to chance Everything is possible Nothing is what you want it to be Responsibility is scary and exhausting Recklessness is exciting and exhilirating You are stuck with these glasses Unable to return them They are imprinted on your skin They own your scent and your essence They become you.
I haven't been on this platform in a while. I am excited to start posting again and hopefully gain some inspiration from the writing of others as well. This one is about a lover that lives in his own world. Enjoy **
She wants to be a star She wants the fame but can't afford the time climbing up the ladder So the stars is what she's after She'll tell you that time is the Being hidden inside Death's cloak She's on prescription but who am I to tell her stop The glitz and glamour is a selfish human ambition on the other side of the the mirror Because stars rain from the sky and burn up because they weren't able to fufill the dream Maybe because we only gave only half a loaf We offer it as a sacrifice
You said you want a guy who can take you place The promises of modeling deals from strangers Who are Wolves trying to sound like sheep How pitiful
But I wanted a different star I wanted the West kind of star I wanted a ***** dish kind of actress With body measurements that screamed gorgeous everytime time I lay my eyes on you With hazel blues eyes to match her description Can't believe the iris determines the color of the beautiful blue ocean that God has gifted you with With a bust size of 112cm Just like Solomon,I'm wise enough to give praise for every part I consider gold Rose Gold is the type of flower I would pick If we had to measure up to our perfection l wouldn't stand a chance Cause she's 5 ft 5 / 165 in cm She so beautiful that they pay her to do ***** dishes All I wanted was a Libra, Just to see if I can connect with the stars
In the stillness of a winter day Noiseless teardrops make their way Down the landscape of my face Like frozen and irregular icicles They create rivers and lakes Along my cheeks and around my chin Where, once separated Tributaries meet and start their descent Falling as gently as the miracle of snow surrounding me They are soundless thunder As they splash upon the cold ground Spilling all the secrets of my broken heart… A silent storm
Lightning images of my past Illuminate the skyline of my mind Holding my icy heart prisoner Gated by hurt, padlocked with pride The warden of fear controls my every move My immature self remains hidden away, Peering through the bars of my jail window As the rest of the world passes me by Barely taking notice of my condition And those who do, avert my eyes Shake their heads and hurriedly pass Barely acknowledging The wasteland of my silent struggle
In this same barren stillness A voice speaks to me Behind the darkness of my pain Touching me…warming me It illuminates my soul Thawing a core That for years now has been cold And inexplicably, in this vast and lonely place I reach beyond my fears To grab hold of its soul-rendering strength-- The blessed peace of but a few words He speaks to me…
How is it so that you play me like fine piano keys tuned to a melody that only we can read Music so divine settling in my mind resting on my soul a rhythm so bold and tempting Your hands ring my cymbals as sounds that resemble percussion rock my hips and a bass guitar guides my lips to meet with yours where we score a beat unmatched Is that you tapping on my walls like a flute notes staccato and true as I open to receive your treble clef accepting there's nothing left but to receive your striking baritone as we both moan ah, sweet crescendo