Dream, tell me what have you heard from the gossiping stars? did they let my wishes fall into the hands of hummingbird nests? did the quiet ocean blue bring waves of things untrue? Were you deceived by piano keys lingering songs & eulogies? Does the sun cleanse your lethargy or are you like me? Where it never reaches you in time before everything fades to a quiet dark tell me, Dream.
I wish I could be a poet, so, that I can write about these feelings, I wish I could be an artist, so,that I can paint these feelings, I wish I could be more, so, that I can express these feelings, But then again I am just a weak human.
A weak human who doesn't even understand their feelings
In the troposphere of your life are the ready clouds to precipitate The clouds which are for days condensed of your acts The acts of your kindness, selflessness, dedication and the lot given into other lives And on the day of memory - a day worth celebrating Let our wishes be the steams that melts those beautiful clouds Let the rain soak your soul wet with joy A joy that really make the day special Special enough to preserve you even as you are to us forever.
In honour of kind brother in Christ - Emmanuel Konlan ( on his birthday ).
the dark limb splits the moon from the expansive, pitch-black sky. at a distance, we paint it as a glowing, surface level circle that we place our wishes onto. we never listen to it in return, so the limb fiercely protects the whispers of the moon.
Escapril Day 3! The prompt was "limbs." I used the astronomical definition of limb, which was "the edge of a celestial object." This poem took some twists and turns, and this is where it ended up.
So it is my birthday today Though this day i feel no different than normal Perhaps a little sad As yesterday i had a bit of a conflict But I won't let this person have control over my birthday Today is supposed to be special Though most things have gone wrong I forgot my coffee this morning And Spotify gave me the worst songs on my playlist Still, today is my birthday I am sixteen It is a time to celebrate the sixteen years i have been struggling along Tomorrow will be the same as yesterday And today will be the only I think of my favorite flowers Red columbine, clematis, water lily Trembling, mental beauty, tranquility I think that if someone gave me a clematis today I would cry and preserve it forever I'd like to hide away And sit with my poetry And cup of coffee Writing about the beauty of the world That I cannot see