#nefelibata
You were born a cloud chaser,
Why, then do you fear touchdown.
You were born a cloud walker,
Why then do your thoughts,
sometimes, crash and burn ?
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 5:40 PM UTC
Society bares us unknown
We do not conform,
Nor do we yield,
A free spirit,
We trail our dreams
Lost deep into vast wilderness
Time can’t keep up,
Days flew by,
Head in the clouds,
Feet stuck down
Not letting others enter this domain
Peaceful, just the way it is,
They can’t **** us here,
Their piercing words,
Scarred us for life
Reliving on a piece
The words we created,
With such obscenity,
Words cannot be expressed,
Written neatly
We are those who live
Up in the clouds of imagination,
Nubivagant gracefully,
The goal of a cloud walker,
A nefelibata.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 9:47 AM UTC
I am
a soul
bound. Who
sows seeds
of creativity
in order
to grow
a field
of hope
from walking
on clouds...
To the
realm of
dreams, I
walk through!
I see
it, too.
Through a
book which
sews an
adventure with
words and
words need
no wings
for they
can soar
for a
thousand thousand
miles...
For as
far as
the light
can touch.
For as
far as
the air
can reach.
My fingers
paint the
sky red
and blue.
My feet
pave a
bridge of
clouds where
no man
can reach
unless you're
bound like
I am.
Above and
beyond the
purple skies
and the
emerald tides.
Above and
beyond the
Golden Sun
and sense
outrun
Light pierces
shrouds and
feathers descend.
A world
where I
my
will
&n
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 5:24 PM UTC
Anybody who knows her
Understands she's not like the others
Head in the sky, feet on the ground
Detached when she speaks, cold she sounds,
But her heart is a warm place,
For those she lets in,
The select few see her distant but gleeful grin,
Aware she's different and that's alright,
Because this Nefelibata is always in flight
Head in the sky, feet on the ground
A nefelibata's mind knows no bounds.
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 7:26 AM UTC
The people I meet
Seem like forgotten voices
In an old, long dream.
The sunlight on my skin
Seems like the faraway light
Of a ship disappearing at sea.
But the clouds, the clouds float by
Suspended chaos amidst the trees.
'Neath my torn feet, swirling grey and white
The mist has no form; shapeless, like me
If only, if only...
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 3:06 AM UTC