"serinity" poems
The evening breeze lingers.
The limbs of the tree branches point out like fingers.
The sun begins to warm and peak about the horizon
And Birds start to sing their sweet friendly tune
Serenading the flowers, tempting them to make their bloom.
The smell of nature fills my lungs with purity and truth.
It frees me from the bonds of society
It's seizes the whole of me, glazing my mind over with serinity and sobriety.
It is genuine and authentic.
Never asking for anything in return.
We have become blind and carcinogenic
We burn, abuse, and spurn.
The morning that I am breathing in today
Is the same morning I wish my son to see.
Sitting amongst the angelic ballet of nature upon display
Taking peace in the morning beneath a wonderful willow tree.
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 8:46 AM UTC
.. her stained hands clasps
..a dab of makeup felt stainless
.. fabulous touchup we must say
She: ... believed in alone
Distantly from this polluted star
Distance from the captivity
Distances are farthest away
When pain is the experience
Plenty of space in her heart for distinctivness where it does the gravity pulls us apart where does the sea stop in a sky warped.. distinct creativity and cultivating luminously as does the creature
He comfronts her well-being devotedly to her charisma she sang and wonderfully blessed in a toughness that vowed himself a creature a creative man in a way a bit certainly known to be that simple touch
...certainty
....dismantle the serinity into you
.. dismemberment
. remember you're honor
CREATURE of the Night.. stare at her as if it were impossible with those crystalized steerling chimney smoked eyes whimpering at her witherment;
Either way he's a creature she'd think about along
.in the ending
.. designed for each-other
...part or take from hand to life
Start
Creature
Run but don't be afraid
After-all
After-hours: if we close the door the night could last forever
~Classy that everything we have is gone and all that we need stands strong and all that we haven't gotten stays simply strange enough to remain a creature
After-life; If you close your heart your death could remain a mystery but the creature in your soul makes it up; the creature in your system messed-up .. PM:
CLOSED;
Clouds are closing in on me like a volture just like a big giant reluctant egale ;Creature! Type of thing that the evilness couldn't find.
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 2:53 AM UTC