#rhym
A painting is passion mixed in
Acrillic Plastic pasted upon paper.
Photographs focus found
Phenomena in plates of particular potions.
Poetry pleads rhythmic prose
Picked per perfection
Yet none of this can describe you.
A relaxing river runs a
Rivalry to you.
A surreal sunset's similarity is a
Strong contender.
Fall's festive fervor holds a
Flame to compete,
Yet all run short of describing you.
You are the shore of a beach,
The gentle capped waves lapping at your feet.
You are the kiss of sunrise peaking over the mountains promising a new day
You are the first cool breeze on a warm autumn day.
You are the smell of fall foliage and
Fresh apple pies in the oven.
There is no one way to describe you,
Just a thousand things.
Almost as beautiful as you.
Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 11:31 PM UTC
I was the female
Whose eyes and soul
Were like a mystery
Wrapped inside a fairytale.
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 1:35 PM UTC
Why can’t I just live with less
All these thoughts that I suppress
No time to really think at all
can’t wait to fly because ill fall
never have I been so lone
In this song I’m out of tone
In a different state of mind
Where I hopefully will find
The answers that are not a mess
Just so I can live with less
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 2:23 PM UTC
The park sits in the middle of a bustling city
The skyline visable all around.
There are large oak trees scattered about
And winding paths hug the ground.
A gentle breeze pushes the soft grass
Back and forth with effortless might.
The sunlight pushes its way past the leaves of trees
Creating dappled, swaying light.
This is the city park, where children come to play
Tag and other mischevious games.
Their laughter almost drowns out the hard sound
That of a bustling city rightfully claim.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC