You can offer me all the riches in the world And from time to time I’ll get tempted To sell my soul But whenever I think of you I remember my simple words Time is the most valuable thing In this whole wide world
All I need, is you by my side Let’s go out and have good time By the sun The beach is vast and I hope today will last But if it doesn’t At least we had some fun
The blacks from your eyes Move from left to right What do you have in sight? Can it be me? Or just a blank stare into the night sky
You think you know me But you’ll know me better When the rain has settled in And you’ll stare at my soul In between the sheets
You can offer me the riches of the world But nothing compares when I see you smile And if you don’t today, Then at least we’ll have tomorrow But one day you’ll hold my hand And forget and let go of the past Because all we have today, Is all the time In the whole wide world
Soft, a damp; an umber forest. a mossy way. rain; wet trickled dirt. distant ravens. boots; crispy ferns. snapping twigs. just breathe; a deep gray whisper, the irresistible scent of fern. falling back into the dark musty bristle of a bear, quickly being submerged by deep grey, smokey clouds. Look up, in the feathery pines - a flying squirrel! his eyes, lips, and spirit all at once smile saying,
"hi. little duck,"
Just a little thing I wrote a while back... makes me feel good
Schizophrenic Rain You hurt my brain Please refrain from staking claim To tiny changes in the blame I’ve won for myself To tame The cats and dogs that Preen and scratch in my outrage Spitty spots of *** Blushes and rushes of blood to the tips Of fits of that’s so unfair
You foist your stubby fist into the tryst I’ve got with Him upstairs He hears The sacred notes of ‘who actually cares’ if I’m Low or high or mashed or smashed Some sorta daughter-enforcer Your pifflely drops Tingle my locks
What starts and stops, For missy chubby chops I’ll say If today’s tides subside, Or turn me flip flops Insane Rain
Inspired by our very violently changing weather pattern and working with teenagers. Who knows what's going on in their brains or in anyone's brain, for that matter? Who are we to dictate? Happy Monday and stay dry!