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Elliott Aug 2014
Drop of red,
Large orb in the sky of orange,
Sour yellow,
Soft lushes green,
Body's of wavy blue,
Romantic flowers of fake purple,
My Rainbow has bloomed.

Sweet red stripe,
Juicy orange fruit in my hand,
Bright Yellow petals,
Long green branches,
Silky blue scarf,
Deep purple bucket of hope,
My Rainbow has bloomed.

Red lace on a white dress,
Orange skinny swirls on a white dress,
Yellow collar on a white dress,
Green bow on the red lace,
Blue stripes on the green bow,
Purple string keep the whole outfit as one,
My Rainbow has bloomed.

My Rainbow is natural.
My Rainbow is the things I hold.
My Rainbow is my dress.

My Rainbow is me, is you, is everyone,
A Rainbow has bloomed over you.
You creatures used to be alive,
Now you're just desks with pulses.
You preachers used to breathe lies,
Now the air just smells repulsive.

Let's toast to our compulsions!
A third-finger salute to ill-indulgence, burnt out lights, and shame convulsions.
Leave the worries to the workers and the fearful.
Let the smiles stretch further while the room's erupting by the earful.

Sub-tyrannic suburban boredom brushes with death.
Sunk Titanic bourbon lushes bearing fermented breath.
Replica. Replica. Replica.
Fried Pickles and Angelica...haha.
Laughter via Helvetica.

A Doctor of Yesterday living in a pseudo-science fiction age.
What will be found between scribbled shore and shining sea?
An empty box filled with smoke and broken mirrors may be a shattered trick on  stage,
But does that mean that progress is solely based on me?

The stage is setting. The studios offer their warm embrace in exchange for a piece of yourself.
A piece, without, you are still a whole. A piece that is meant to be harvested, for if not it will wither and wilt.
Dropping, coasting, floating.
Anything but falling. An idea left un-reaped will be purged by slithering guilt.

The world warps and billows to conform to the view of the looking glass, yet, stretches far beyond it.
Letting go doesn't mean giving up, but rather, to allow the wind to blow and twist your perspective.
The harder you try, the more you will see: It's all a lot easier to swallow when you're not being force-fed ****.
A fine cocktail, made with equal parts top-shelf desperation, and the world's finest dedication,
Served in a glass half full of luck.

Sometime's you're flush, and sometimes you're bust, but most times, you lie somewhere in the between.
A spinning brain and a sparatic heart.
An argument spun from the silk of a dying worm.
An infection of the brain with no negotiation of terms.

Sleeping on porches and storming the boredom beaches.
Mad? Surely. Angry? Not even. Discretely thanking the earthquake for shaking things up.
The missing link lies just outside of our nests, dangling from a branch just beyond our reaches.
Though my wings clipped, and yours yet to form fully, I'm down to take a dive just to find out what's up.

Sometimes I think the clouds in the sky are just a reflection of my attitude.
I'm only here to have fun. Either grow up or get lost, boy.
There's something about a yellowing onion that reminds me of home.
A line(s) was added daily for 20 days. It was a fantastic challenge and I think I'll do it again.
Alex Apples Feb 2010
I have always been in love with you
Though I've never seen your face
Rivered streets and thoroughfares
Cathedrals and marble shining glaze
Burgundy, sunsetted copper walls
Slanted clay tiles that shine like flame
Thick lushes of emerald'ed halls
Weaving into arcs of grape'd frame
Vineyards pouring over daykissed hill
Wine as red as dye and rich as gold
Flesh of bread, warm, at corners spill
Into the walks where it is sold
Dear Italy, my love, you torment me
Slipping your fingers 'round my heart
And all I have is pictures yet to be
And hope that we shall not long be apart
Copyright (c) 2009 Alex Newman
Eleanor Sinclair Nov 2018
I told my love recently that he never writes for me
He claimed it was because of his insecurity
The English language is complex
I agree, but it requires thought and what comes next
So my love then began to think
And with his words he made my heart sink
In a way that was full of emotion
And it renewed my everlasting devotion
He wrote for me
A piece of poetry:
"Your eyes sparkle,
Sparkle like a thousand fireworks,
and I marvel like a little kid,
Looking into your beautiful green eyes
like a lushes forest.
Hoping to get lost with you in the wild"
Insecure Dreamer Mar 2014
I know i will be happy again.
I will be on my mountains loosing myself
in the lushes green fields and my heart will be content.
Just promise me you wont forget that i once was yours.
And if you find yourself one day thinking of me,
may it just be good thoughts.
The times when we shared  a smile
and moments when i forgot to breath
because i was dancing in your eyes.
The way you touched my skin like its velvet
and how you always smelled like smoke,
and it will forever be my favorite smell...
Hal Loyd Denton Nov 2011
Endless Rails
This is written for the pain that can’t be dispelled or defeated the fight that has no end.
Endless Rails

Pick up the journey down in a dusty southern town to many days the familiar starts to grate the unknown whispers it tantalizing lure some never hear others live by its code moving on its central theme. Houses

and foundations a bane to those who’s feet must find the trackless lanes yet discovered a bend in the road. Like the kiss of a love long lost you are forever searching for its essence. Never mind the circles

grow wider the time not wasted to fail the wayward quest will not be there is promise in a multitude of voices you just have to narrow it down to that special someone its worth a life time. Barns and box cars

ditches make great beds the animals find the sweetest comfort in soft grasses. Never forgotten the vision sometimes wanes but never fades. Who walks and projects comfort a softness with each step framed by

homes and yarded Trees Mountain fresh breezes seem to stream through her hair. If the wild wind had a name it would surly come from your tresses and mane that holds the light like a long lazy sunset. I hear

clacking feel the rocking on these tracks maybe in the next town I will catch sight of her or a dozen or so pretenders for the crown. Patience is not wasted any more than the timeless waves at the sea side ever

rolling constant the same as Rachel Carson she left her prints in the Carolina sand they remain in her words about “The ribbon of sand” Waves that only heaven can inventory . She left that kind of imprint on

my heart durable to a fault. So the canopy of heaven shows the endless way never has it and end always a fresh new beginning. Years hold no dread by her lost love I’m led to follow on this land with lushes’

green ethier fields of crops or grass lands that tenderly roll from flat prairie or the rising hills that hold that undeniable promise of a bright tomorrow. Don’t feel sadness for the wayward soul he has kingdoms

in mind why settle for an acre when the whole earth you can claim. If they were paintings that could be
displayed vivid images translucent apparitions marching the byways at dusk. Spilling from pent up

emotions and memories that crowd in on one another demanding expression take a breath then catch this picture in the distance a mountain stands in dark silhouette the golden moon shines across the dark

landscape you are instantly enthralled your mind and soul feels soft waves that mellows even the hard
highway stretches quietly and peaceful into the distant night. There is the true place of the soul the secret

dwelling place of lost love. Texture is found there like no other place invading the deep recesses where inexhaustible intangibles can be weighed and measured. Welcome to infinity.
PK Wakefield Jul 2010
a.4
it seems (you are the earth( or moon(or le cauchemar)))
or the feint colours dappled frangible scents on the palette
of dawn. so frolics snow spark's dangerous horrors
flitting stubborn ardor. promise the womb a flavor
chocolate coffee stars shivering heaps of organized
thighs. and the cellos beautiful staccato green is pouring
out of the harbor of the lushes. bathing sense in amber
confusion. an avenue Railroad in a downtown sea
married. salty breathes the ocean sighing at the hip
glasses nose perched.  trying to retain the raiment
of depth yet shallow beyond comparison. little bits of
fRench and jazz to impress upon the waiting minds
a sense of culture. college bound legs painted cargo
sheets. they act like they

        know.
Hal Loyd Denton Sep 2012
Endless Rails

This is written for the pain that can’t be dispelled or defeated the fight that has no end.
Endless Rails

Pick up the journey down in a dusty southern town to many days the familiar starts to grate the unknown whispers it tantalizing lure some never hear others live by its code moving on its central theme. Houses and foundations a bane to those who’s feet must find the trackless lanes yet discovered a bend in the road. Like the kiss of a love long lost you are forever searching for its essence. Never mind the circles grow wider the time not wasted to fail the wayward quest will not be there is promise in a multitude of voices you just have to narrow it down to that special someone its worth a life time. Barns and box cars ditches make great beds the animals find the sweetest comfort in soft grasses. Never forgotten the vision sometimes wanes but never fades. Who walks and projects comfort a softness with each step framed by homes and yarded Trees Mountain fresh breezes seem to stream through her hair. If the wild wind had a name it would surly come from your tresses and mane that holds the light like a long lazy sunset. I hear clacking feel the rocking on these tracks maybe in the next town I will catch sight of her or a dozen or so pretenders for the crown. Patience is not wasted any more than the timeless waves at the sea side ever rolling constant the same as Rachel Carson she left her prints in the Carolina sand they remain in her words about “The ribbon of sand” Waves that only heaven can inventory . She left that kind of imprint on my heart durable to a fault. So the canopy of heaven shows the endless way never has it and end always a fresh new beginning. Years hold no dread by her lost love I’m led to follow on this land with lushes’ green ethier fields of crops or grass lands that tenderly roll from flat prairie or the rising hills that hold that undeniable promise of a bright tomorrow. Don’t feel sadness for the wayward soul he has kingdoms in mind why settle for an acre when the whole earth you can claim. If they were paintings that could be displayed vivid images translucent apparitions marching the byways at dusk. Spilling from pent up emotions and memories that crowd in on one another demanding expression take a breath then catch this picture in the distance a mountain stands in dark silhouette the golden moon shines across the dark landscape you are instantly enthralled your mind and soul feels soft waves that mellows even the hard highway stretches quietly and peaceful into the distant night. There is the true place of the soul the secret dwelling place of lost love. Texture is found there like no other place invading the deep recesses where inexhaustible intangibles can be weighed and measured. Welcome to infinity.
Shield Maiden May 2016
You have been only once on my bed
Now I can’t get that image out of my head
I can’t find sleep nor desire to eat
I feel like a freak

I’m writing all these poems
Just to forget
The feelings that I have
For you just being an amazing friend

I couldn’t stop staring
At your lushes pierced lips
Your gorgeous blue eyes
That was a winners price

The noises you made
Girl, they made me suffocate
My heart thumped, vision blurred
I never wanted to kiss you so bad

The hug at the end
Where you wickedly smiled
Knowing I adored you
I knew I was being a hopeless child
I can't get rid of this girl in my head
I'm perpetually indifferent to my own distinctive decisions.
What sets me apart from the pack is my lack of care for derision.  
The world is on fire, what an elegant effigy.    
So I say 'just let em burn if they wanna f--- with me.'
No time for leg pullers or those who rattle cages
Only time for those who chose to write their own history pages.
The stages I have crossed to play these different characters
Have been destructive in the way they allow me to break barriers
Harriers couldn't cruise over me and spot my directives
Because too many unanswered questions have me playing detective.
It's suggested that in darkness the good's inherently evil
but at least without the light you don't see the ugliness of people.
and I don't mean their faces with no cover up or blush
I mean they don't stop to help someone in need cause of their rush
lushes have become the focal point of social structures
so the male population has pants with flies about to rupture.
So much is fare of the flesh that now it's a flesh fair
and it is encouraged to have no respect and just stare
and we're determined to mix up some smoke in clear air
and we're demanding new jeans that are made with rips and tears.
and I'm aware of crazes and fads I'm not mad
as in I'm not crazy but this craziness makes me sad
I'm at a cross like plaid but this is more like forked roads
I am locked in online without any exit nodes,
I am inside the safe but no one else knows the codes,
so I am me by design 'cause I don't know any more modes.

Listen here -->  https://soundcloud.com/mcvegh/me-by-design
Jessie Meredith Jul 2013
I stand on the edge.
I hang in the gap.
I am the mist coughed up
by the ocean.

offered forth from the water,
I am suspended droplets
drifting through the valley.
Hanging between the lushes
of mountain sides

I mingle with the leaves
and they may receive me.
I caress the ancient stones,
this colossus that holds life.
I stick to its edge
give it a shimmer
but cannot break its seal.

I am the mist which
emerged from the sea.
I hang in the gap.
I stand on the edge.




                     -18
Jessie Jul 2014
When I saw you I swore you were deity
of purity or corruption I could not discern.
Mighty as so,
I named you after a Greek god-
built you a temple,
because I want to shovel
buckets of grapes into your mouth
and quench your thirst.
And breathe heavy.
And dig into lushes.
And tender bruises.
I can let you smite me.
It is true
the fallacies of this earth word
are many.
I just hope I give you
reason enough
to stay.
Dakota Brown May 2013
She stares at him across the room
Wondering what he thinks
Starring endlessly in to his savory eyes
They speak
Wondering why,
she's thinking he moves them to meet her gaze.

Round the corner he spins and spins
In his rolling chair he likes to twinge

She laughs
He smiles

In her eyes she sees
His wayward movement
Making her thoughts go blank
Only seeing him

Maybe if it were real
Between them
Shed be happier
She thought to herself.

Crushes are crushes
burried underneath mounds of lushes

Lust is one thing, love is another
She has to wonder
What could it be.

Her heart pumps faster
Instead of just louder
Leal Knowone Apr 2016
(intro)
In the world I know much is a choice
I choice to live with it
The path of have walked has brought me to this moment
Every turn dark corner, and every well light line
has disembarked me hear in this time
I would rather be disemboweled then go back !
........
I go with the motion when the world turns
..........
If there be a solitary thing I remember from what I have learned
My heart burns with passion. Passion fueled by your fire

I did try to select the girl with the most beautiful face
just as I didn’t need to pick a girl with lips of a goddess
I figure I can deal without a perfect figure
I don’t need my loves eyes to have all the beauty of the world
All the beauty of a cool  still autumn night
A vivid colorful mind, and radiant personality
personaly I can live without many things
I can live without a woman with lushes flowing hair
I have you
I have you and I don’t need these things
You think there is harshness in the words I say
The things not needed but giving anyway
I have it all when you lay your love next to me
No words poems sonnets nor songs can describe this love for you
No action or expression may ever show you how I love you
It’s a constant fire of my heart and soul burning in the flames
I can only hope that your heart and soul burn the same
Infamous one Feb 2014
baw
Working hard hoping to move up
I refuse to let up I feel like giving up
I'd rather work the be broke
Find time to train before and after
Things that hurt me are no longer around
Not letting anything keep me down
I got hurt trying to love someone who didn't care about me
I found true love in my gym routine
Heavy weights that make me sore and sweat
Cardio machines that I get on so I can get some reading done
Getting extra hours at work hoping one day
I'll be better off instead of getting by
Being strong hold my tears in not going to cry
I've encounter many people not sure who to trust
Wild women fast and easy lushes
I'm over that life not trying to lust
I feel alone but on the right path
Being myself not letting anyone influence my progress
Hannah McC Sep 2013
I shan't let myself type, write, or udder
the word that the oh, so shallow misuse.
The term that hopeful, gutter ****** mutter;
but empty (should it, a hallow abuse).

Confused is the callow boy full of thirst,
due to courtesans words, so misleading.
The harlots fight over who will be first
to devour his heart, warm and bleeding.

Fleeting is usually how I define
ones faux and improper use of the word.
If down pours the rain, and water is wine,
then wet lushes slur convictions: absurd.

You'll never know what you've got til its dawn,
and out comes the word, all consciousness gone.
Colin E Havard Mar 2014
So this is what my life's become?
A solitary drinker in a crowed pub;
Nursing a burgeoning alcoholism
And entrenching melancholy with self-seclusion.
Worse: compounding isolation by ignoring
Or minimally acknowledging, peripherally,
Those Sunday night lushes;
Instead, focused on the static dynamic of an evolving city;
Absorbed by a blue-meshed scaffold adorning
Another modern eye-sore of urban consolidation.
19/7/2009
The Missing Link - Gaia's Boy Toy
A barrel of a gun is symmetrically aligned to the flesh of a temple
And it's the beauty of the world
The hate you cannot feel
The love you won't reveal  
The herbal excuses scenting your hair
The walls of your brain-
Lined in color pallets-
Lushes thoughts

Splattered over their prestigious walls
Our apologies to the maid
For the unfortunate mess we have made

(C) Tiffanie Doro
Shannon Jeffery May 2014
Drawn in like a brainwashed sailor
To the serenade of the sirens song
Your beauty blinds me of my failure
Eyes that remind me of home

Entrancing sapphire like the crystal flow
Of the river down through the forest
Peering deep into my soul, blindly I follow
Lushes ruby lips I loved to caress

But for everything so visually perfect
Your soul was deprived
A personality so deeply wrecked
I'm surprised I barely survived

Your soul reminds me of a holiday
The kiss of bitter cold gales
Freezing deep in the snow I lay
Chilled bone deep feeling frail

The mistake I made was accepting
That everyone could change
Giving you a chance again
Never was I more deranged

You are a dark and twisted seductress
Stabbed in the back once too many
No longer shall I try to impress
For you I now forever banish
I have been having these weird sensations
where I want to reach out and touch what I am seeing.
I see the snow-capped mountains in the background of the lushes green pines.
The path is dark soiled, moist with morning dew
I want to reach out and feel it all at once
I want to feel it brush through my finger tips and down into my palm
I even dream about it
Cities and landscapes; I want to touch it all.

I am mostly sad in my dreams
My wrist cramps up
My arms ache for the feeling
but I can't touch a whole city
and I can't touch a whole forest.
Tommy Johnson Jan 2015
When she opened her mouth and spoke
Everything in my minds went silent

Every single thought and worry dissipated

When you're like me
Concerned
Self-conscious
Always second guessing  

You're never quite relaxed
Even at my most quiet and seemingly at ease
I'm over thinking
"Is my hair okay?"
"Does my breath smell?"
"Are my shoes clean?"
"Is this out fit stupid?"
""Should I've shaved?"

And when my eyes met hers the only thing I cared about was that gleam in her iris
The porcelain smile behind her lushes soft looking lips

"Oh **** do I look okay?"
"Oh man what do I say to her?"
"What do I do?"
"Okay, just be cool"

"Um, hi" I play with my hair
"Uh, I'm Tommy" I crack my knuckles
Avoiding eye contact at all costs

She thought I was cute

When we're together my focus was on her
The words coming out of my mouth
Well formulated

"Be witty"
"Be smart"
"Be funny"
Be nice, genuine, caring, honest and sweet"
But not too sweet, she'll think you're a *****"
But don't be an ******* either"

She laughed at my stupid jokes I would stutter on
And poke fun at my social awkwardness
She held my hand and said she never felt more comfortable with someone
She said she never had anyone care about her as much as I did

She told me she loved me and every time she said it I knew she meant it

Soon all my apprehension vanished
All I card about was her
The times I spent with her
The things I could to for her
The things I wanted to say to her
The love I wanted to make with her

And she would do the same for me
Her distress about the future
Of money and the pain of her past disappeared
When she was with me I finally had someone who from me as much as I did for them
For who they we're
And that's all I could ever ask for
Look at me
How beautiful I am
lushes and so green
roots big and shiny
Now I am sad
I’m standing all alone
There were many more
I’m all that’s left over
Don’t hurt me  
you are hurting yourself
and this whole wide world.

Shell ✨🐚
Only a green life can save us
Hannah Jun 2018
It used to rain when I looked out your car window
you'd tell me it's obvious
The raindrops stain the pane
No real reason
Just started pouring
You grew tired of the sound
Listening to it patter on your car
Told me we'd stop and go somewhere
And you left me there
Soaking in the water
To figure it out

And I did
When I look out the car window
I don't see rain
I don't even hear it
All I see is a field
Lushes and green
As bright as the sun
There aren't drops anywhere
Just smiles and laughter
And I don't see you
Squirrel store food
Pure nature move
for survival
As mustangs untamed
As bats blind during the day
acting like bees during the  night
maintaining this beautiful midnight flower splendor in desert land.
Flamingos are what they eat
Doing a ritual circular dance to find their mate.
The swan moving graciously
Not even moving the waters
to meet a mate for life
A lonely tree once green and lushes.
Many destroyed because of sour rain and human greed
Blue green waters
Disappearing slowly, everywhere pollution,
killing everything beatiful.
Sky ,different  kinds of blue
Nature , Godmade, Godgiven
A blessing to us all
Let’s handle it with care and the respect it deserves.



Shell✨🐚
Looking at nature. A wonder.
Let’s take care of  our beautiful nature.
Manfred Kriger Aug 2019
When they say love is blind
it is not a euphenism to justify your lover
being aesthetically displeasing.
Most of us dont fall in love with ogre's
who rescue us from barren castles.
What they mean to tell you is that
Prince Charming is who will take away your sight.
Love is synonymous with being blind.

Too caught up in his dreamy eyes
to ever break your gaze.
His lushes hair weaves perfectly in
between your fingers as you tug on it.
You will close your eyes and allow his lips ravish yours.

Closed your eyes shall remain as the bright crimson cloth waves in the wind,
you will mistake the sound for your heart beating faster.

The taste of his lips will linger only for a brief moment on your tongue,
sweet,
don't be fooled by this taste,
ethylene glycol is a sweet poison.
I know it has been a while since I had posted anything but live has been rather busy lately and it took some time to find inspiration to write again
Laura Jul 2018
Somewhere along the narrow path,
I dream of what I cannot have.
Lushes and blooms fill the gravels
whisking away at scared ankles.
Skies scream of consistent mellows,
drowing about my broken trebles.
The winds of change play their harps,
but I am singing past their darks.
Jessica Harbaran Dec 2016
As time goes by
The clock goes TICK- TOCK, TICK- TOCK
While small droplets fall,
Down the face of a  girl
As she walks slowly
As she grew deep in pain
Walking from the darkness
Of no where
Tasting the sweat
The unique favor of mixture, water and salt  
Fear in her eyes
As she lushes her body left to right
Tryin' fight
Put on that fake smile,
Looking at him
Scared of rejection
As she saw his charming face
To say, I want....
to be more than your friend .. heavy sight
He laughed, ha haa..haaahaa
To be.. your Girl FRIEND
He looked into her eyes
He became serious.
Her heart beats tremendous
Her hands trembling
Her body shaking
Her legs close in
Her mind, saying ***..
What just happened
Her fear of the unrequited love
The fear he wouldn't love her
The fear of sadness
The fear of obsession, linger in her soul
The fear of one shadow
Left alone
As she looked into his eyes
She grew more worried,
Remembering that she'll never find true love,
And now it's  up to him
For him to say I love you too...
Struggling to know if he loves
What’s more beautiful
then green lushes trees
And blue clean seas
Unpolluted fresh air
life without a care.
Where everybody shares.

Shell✨🐚
Awareness of our environment, starting with taking care of ourselves and all human kind.
We ourselves are destroying this beautiful earth. We must love more , hate less!!
lushes earth bearing ancient red pine
powerful mossen stone baked in sunlight
in the distance snowmelt rushing down the mountain
but takes its time returning home
the neverending creation
to walk in such pure natural beauty is to walk with God
Shane Willey May 2018
Words of black
hang off your lips.
Singing songs into ears
Of your friends.

Each letter
Slides off your
Pink, lushes lips.
Like a kid on a playground.

The kid is happy and content
Running around playing.
But at the same time
The playground is dirtied.

In doing so you dirtied me.
I loved you and respected you.
Fires lit are now washed away
Far gone past the salvation point.

What's left? What's left after youve gone through
Like a tornado your words twist and turn
My every tear upon my face.

Like a knife your words
Let the blood escape my back,
Not just the back.
The legs, the stomach the chest, my head.

My arms are sore
Of the stress you
Made me endure.
All it took was three little words.
Two Soul's Intertwined (Adult)

we climaxed on the floor...
a hush of breath, the sweat,
shadows block again lest I refrain
It was morning by the looks of the porch

at first the kiss, then a pause...
once again we were at it again banging on the floor,
I stretched my hot **** into her lovely *****,
******* ****** ensued once more

Screaming and moaning on the cement floor,
The covers were light by a mere fabric of our existence
Suddenly we stopped a little fore play on display,
Told her of her sweet loving lushes *****...

How I wanted to feel my big **** inside her,
Pumping harder then ever before,
Again another pause & we showered together,
Kicking back I had some lotion after we were dry,

I began to rub the lotion on her *****,
A flavor of strawberry was vibrant to taste..
******* her skin through my teeth like meat,
***** isn't nothing but meat on the bone I'll

**** it I'll **** it I'll leave it alone....
and then a final touch I decided to whisper in her ear,
You dance on a ring of fire still throw off the challenge with a shrug,
Softer lips filled with vapors of romantic asps

I will treasure those moments but we came too soon.
forestfaith Sep 2018
So I walked downstairs to the void deck of my flat.
my eyes wandered.
its vision walking through the walkways and the turns of the void deck.

people who worked hard under the sun, from another land, another world, another story.
what if they have dreams unheard off, because what overthrew it was the shouts and mockings and gossips about them.

what if those "thugs" and "rebellious teenagers" had dreams so innocent. only for them to shatter. only that when they pick it back up, the pieces no longer connect, and the numbers no longer add up...

i stand in the middle of the field. in between the vision, my eyes perceived and the thoughts in my mind. people, they sat in the rain and the children, they no longer look to the sky. They no longer looked at the cracks of concrete skin on the tiles or the eye-lashes of lushes green.

followed an old, lonely woman i know. she sat alone sometimes in the food court. she usually forgets what she says, and that makes me laugh.

sat for a while, and i saw a "friend." more of an acquaintance perhaps. He dyed his hair brown, his shirt dark as night as he smoked without consent. His eyes were downcasted, lost in his troubles and problems, he probably didn't know where to go, who to go to. I know through this i could share God's love though.

learned about God this evening, before bed. his wisdom and power. his power to change hearts empowered me. given me, strength and i gave him praise.

said goodnight prayers, i fall asleep. tomorrow morning, ready to sing my morning praises and prayers, ready to do his work, ready to serve him.
ready for him.
ready to sing his hymns.
say a little prayer of love.
and....

— The End —