Amid that rain Enchanting the moment are kept a pair of cup with tea Alongside nice 'weather forecast' hailing For it says not a prolonged raining And you've plans for the evening A novel by,maybe re-reading Pride and Prejudice Read with a fragmented focus of your screening
Thought about it at night,part one,slightly lacked a few things.
It without reservation can be said Light on their indistinct feet these apparitions Having no physical form
Cavorting of course with analogous kinds Ravenous On human emotions, they dine Waltzing with elegance and ease Disappearing as they please Showcasing their unearthly skills Rattling their chains And moaning with glee
Ah yes it can most assuredly be said I enjoy Dancing with ghosts of the dead It is the event of a lifetime And is a rare phenomenon amongst the living
But not be envious of their steps For throughout their existence they may never rest It is a clandestine situation at best Though they frolic gaily
Imprisoned between two worlds Ignoring their dilemma Nebulous phantoms Continuing to whirl
Still, in good conscience, I cannot deny Even with their trickery and constant cries And disregarding the fact they are dead What a delightful experience it truly is Dancing with ghosts of the dead
All Right Reserved @ Tammy M Darby Nov. 3, 2018. Re-Write Feb. 11, 2019 All Material Stored in Author Base.
At the age of 10, I enter a world manipulated by a smooth console with knobs to weave myself into a different skin level up with every ****, and move with a certain skill. At the age of 12, I open a world stacked on my shelf. Some world lying there parched like the desert, accumulating dust and letting its texture fray away. Whereas some lie there with their syllables paving roads to adventure and intoxicating the air with its tropic odor. At the age of 14, I scroll myself into another world; where vision is pixelated and lighting is perfect. Instagram and Snapchat are the societies that exist, ranking your position with the followers you keep. Endorphins are the taps you receive and filters are what you apply before you leave. At the age of 16, I pick up the VR goggles and sleep under lucid rainbows and a different constellation. Everything is under my control, the timezone; a stimulation that feels so real. At the age of 18, I meet people of different hues, discovering new worlds in them. With different nations weaved on their skin, and composition of carbon, nitrogen, spice and sweet ever so different in them.
You're a blue whale You can not fly I'm a blue bird I live in the sky You say we can not meet Can not love Till we die
But there is a line That collides the sea with the sky A line very fine Yet divine A thin surface
Too close to air for whales to find you Too close to sea for birds to find me Keep this our secret Love me On the edges Of our two worlds
Love me through the storm Love me when the seas are angry Love me when the winds blow Love me when the ships are sinking And the buildings fall Even if the storms bring death You and i know They are the time our worlds combine Every one will run and hide Hold me Hold me tight Everything will be Allright.
She explored worlds only known To those who had patience and perseverance A world without visuals yet gave sight To those willing to create it A world filled with diverse people Who all shared the same voice A world so loud in words Without making a single a noise She had many worlds she could explore Too many for her to decide Each new world lined up on the shelf Aligned with past adventures to remind