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98 · 6d
for time ends
a wind blows
all the leaves
in the moonlight
and it reminded
me of you,
as i sat still
in raindrops
of blue

yesterday is further
away than today
and the future
lies in us,
i feel it sometimes

i call you up and make up
a smile and shine

for now i may try,
to translate your
beauties and say
a last goodbye

just as i always wanted,
to see you
in the morning-night

forgive me my love
in silence and tell me

were we ment to be?
85 · 4d
Life…
I wake up in the morning in a split,
I can afford anything,
I’ll stand on my fists.

I feel free, and I want to live,
I feel irresistible,
clean, letting my hair grow.

I’m grown-up and yet still small,
I’m Pinocchio with a curtain of a nose.

I go viral, trembling as I stand,
I’m the one who won’t give up or bend.
78 · 2d
shine
Go in a phenomenon soon,
when the rainbow stands
close to the Shaman’s sight.

Drink from the water
in the middle of the night.

The eye loses a star soon,
falling on the Blue full moon.
63 · 6d
Senseless
i take you through the flow of time
to free your thoughts and make them mine
with the wind i guide your way
a place to hide, where you can stay

i whisper softly in your ear:
“don’t always listen, have no fear.”
you may hurt me; i’ll forgive,
a fleeting tear is how i live

who i am is you and me
together bound, yet never free
we cannot last, we fade away
this silence steals the words we say

too fast i was, too slow i grew
to speak the truth i owed to you
but still i hold, though life feels stark
i see you shining in the dark
51 · Dec 2024
Goodnight
wardsheart Dec 2024
I'll be less than I've shown,
though if I were more,
would it be known?

Perhaps it's always been this way,
in the end, that I couldn't be more
than I'd intend.

Now, I'll lay down,
close my eyes tight,
and dream of things
that bring me delight.

In life's portrait, what's yet to be,
oh, how I yearn for what's in me.

Never mind, I'll believe
as I close my eyes, in dreams,
I'll find where my spirit flies.
38 · 7d
the Little Bear
On his way to mars on a flying balloon
among the stars, over the blue lagoon
beyond the bright white-looking moon
echoing to bloom out of his old gloom,
floats a black-and-gray little raccoon.
36 · Dec 2024
Red hoods
wardsheart Dec 2024
Above a cloudy starry sky,
songs echo
in the hidden snow,
a symphony on a journey
of a tear,
the blade of the steed.
The nights were not one...
but two nights together.

In the forest
unfolds a lady in red,
blood drips along the path,
eyes gaze upon her,
and the wolf howls
at the moon.

When she buries
the fruits of her past,
she wonders:
why was I red
and not blue like this fruit?
Now I will never know,
the grieve of my youth.
34 · 6d
Ohwmygod.
.  . This. This was … Oh..
My favorite part .
About You by far I’m .
Going back in time .
We are friends . A .
as I in a green dress
roses will be perfect.
And we have.

A.Be, we marched after the disease.
1.Two, or two of them were in our hands .
2.As in a have been there since.
3.That’s right we have been seen there .

This . . This was … Oh . . Y - X  And am 'O'
Like that one in Ohio . . something
about it all, But it’s not just one 'thing'
- it’s another thing to:
Wait until they get their own . .
. . .no way ? Did my friend say
that today is "Friday ?
32 · 6d
what about four
one and two are both three letters,
so one and two are just three.
and three has five letters,
and that's how it will be.
My son was placed high at the top of the Star in the tree. The days were unusually free. Stars beneath the Clouds disappeared into a rainbow, circling around the blue, half-full Moon.

Janneke looked at his mom and asked:
“May I fly to the Moon?” But before he got an answer, he was already soaring upward,
his voice echoing: “Janneke, Janneke Moon!
Why is there only one Moon in this entire existence? Let me go, I want to fly, I want to fly to the white looking balloon. To stand on my head like a spinning cat, to drink milk on planets and eat like a little bear. Between the paths of land, where the animals dance joyfully, each day becomes a celebration filled with delightful moments as I write my name in the Yellow sand.

But suddenly, he heard a voice, deep and warm, a voice from the chimes of the Bim
Bam Bom: “Tick Tack Tock, I am the Wish Clock! Wish for whatever you want, with
glitter and joy, and listen closely, for I sing to you.”

And it sang:

“Sim-Sa-La-Bim, I am the magic of your dreams! Make a wish, let it welcome your fears. I let dewdrops fall in the morning light, and Rainbows shine over Starry tales bright.”

Janneke looked at the clock and whispered
his wish. The clock laughed and said: “Your wish travels on the wind, to the nightingale
that sings of splendor and grace. You are a story, a new beginning. Let your dreams blossom in the triumph space.”

So Janneke leapt to the stars, and returned with a smile, a star in his eyes and a heart
so soft, gentle and fine.

He looked up at the blue moon and knew:
My wish will come true.
25 · 3d
soap bubbles
Blowing bubbles to the top,

plopediepopediepop!
23 · 5d
a place to be
there is this place
that only i can own
it is called my space
and is for me alone

a place without rain
that comes from above
a place without pain
only endless love

there is where i stay
this place where i can be
when i need to go away
that is only ment for me
18 · 2d
Pipo the Clown
Children’s cheeks are like a joke,
so red, their noses cheerfully shout,
while I still clap my hands out loud.

We are laughing in choices,
reminding me of something dear.
Balloons dance, they swing and veer,
even his hair bursts into colors—
Paf!! pops beside my ear!

So “He laughed it away,”

for that’s what a clown is for,
they say.

— The End —