And for When I'll Miss You by thinking-hard, literature
Literature
And for When I'll Miss You
I’ll probably cry oceans,
I already cry rivers just thinking about
When you’re gone.
But I hope I won’t ever forget
The songs that you wrote
In my heart when you
Waltzed into my world,
And the roadmap of memories
Etched in the pages of the
Story of my life.
I hope that
Through the tears
I’ll still be able to smile.
These words that I think, write and say;
They are in the air that I breathe,
In the water that I drink
In the earth that I stand on
And in the fire that I hold in my hand
These words make up my being and prove that I exist.
They make up my bones that keep me standing
They make up my muscles that give me strength
They make up my blood and my heart where my passion lies
And they make up my soul and my mind that connect me with God.
These words...
My words are my sword and my shield.
They are my breath,
They are my strength,
They are my blood,
They are my soul...
These words are who I am.
I am a poet
I am a writer
I am a storyteller
I am w
Whispered promises will echo
Through the frost of our winter;
Chilling days begging to let go,
Stuck in my mind like a splinter.
You took away all of my fears..
Cleansed; my soul you washed.
Our pains from the past cleared,
As our shadows simply watched.
Fragments of what once had been
Clashes with this newfound passion.
Crashing ashore, your mind asking;
You're still grasping what happened.
Retrace your years; trace your mind-
Every little step brought you to me.
How I wish that you were my mine..
I'd show you how you're all I need.
Fingertips traveling in soft caress,
Something so sweet I cannot recall.
Lingering moments; I'll not digre
for
those times
when
some kind of mirror
shows
a reality found
even before
start of day's
mask
can be worn
maybe in darkness
perhaps even light
sometimes
when
you only see
surprise
sadness
silence
regret
something
that can be
hard to define
in eyes
that so try
to smile
when
no one else
stands beside
this moment
where
illusion in truth
beckons
inside you
though
don't forget
before the world
sees your face
you can choose
to remember
those times
that brought
forth
the smile inside
reflection
in eyes
by the side
of morning's
pre-dawn sky
"Who are you?"
said the Caterpillar.
"Who are you?"
But how could she answer?
The identity of a person is not so
easily known, and one has to think very hard
before one can say with certainty.
She could be a beautiful winged horse whose flesh
glows with the golden, incandescent dust of fairies, her
mane a sugary concoction of pinks and blues with streaks of
black and green whilst her tail is a brazen red that would shock the senses of
even the wildest of flames.
Or perhaps she could be a jellyfish that carves paths through
the darkest and lightest of waters, the bell shape of her body
as large as her blue skirts and her trailin
The wind was slowly dying down
And I was in the centre
With leaves and trees and greenish things
And lemons from John’s vendor
The little town that I lived in
Was now a whole lot smaller
The pile that once was living
Was slowly getting taller.
After some time the wind was gone
Though clouds of dust remained
And to my right I thought I saw
A cracked-in window pane
Stepping closer I could tell
From the part still standing
Was the railing John had built
In our downstairs landing.
I have decided on the worst
With the sandstorm’s dreadful haste
That everyone, in this little town
Has gone to another place
I am not sure, why I was l
I sometimes find myself
In a leadership role
Something I never liked
It gives me no pleasure whatsoever
But it also makes me realize
That I actually have the skills
To be a good leader
Because, after all
The best leaders there are
Are the ones who are chosen
Not the ones who fight for it
A life of love by GhostOfTheEmptyGrave, literature
Literature
A life of love
She feels sad
She has dreams
She needs to love
And to be loved
Her life isn't easy
But she's strong
She's smart
And she has a heart of gold
I want to be
The one that makes her happy
And fufills her dreams
Of love
Of friendship
Of building a family
I'm a broken person
And so is she
But togehter
We can do it
Our sorrows will go away
Our dark pasts
Will be forgotten
And happiness
In every sense of the word
Will be ours