The StorytellerIn the continuous blizzard of a mid-December’s stream, thick hills of snow rained down on small wooden houses, gas lamps and thick wood burning to keep homes warm.The Storyteller
Tonight was no different. White flakes shot down from the heavens, the moon fearing these cold yet beautiful ice feathers. A house stood to the end of a meadow, now covered thick like a picket fence painted white in the summer. Under the dim glimmer of a low fire, the chimney breathes off white smoke.
Pale white fingers grasped the body of a pen, its gold point piercing pages of paper. Bold black ink bled through the narrow space of the
These streets...I took my time in the morning. Washing myself clean of yesterday's raucous, I clothe in my best image to deceive. All the while, regular shoes hug the soles of my feet to walk me to my destination. Eyes lead. Neither map nor compass is needed. In my mind, my best interest is to get lost today. Roads are deserted in the afternoon. I keep looking back, in hopes a familiar face will join in my journey. The minutes tick by with no watch visible on my wrist. Sweat rides the inside of my clothes. My arms swing lazily beside and they graze none. Cars race along roads not meant for human feet to travel on. Eyes watch my demise.These streets...
These handsFingers designed to grasp the thinnest of fibers. A sense of touch is reborn within every second of contact from skin to skin. Palms grow sweat in the middle of a conversation. Hands get shaky around another presence. A safe return into the touch of these hands, I can comfort you around. Stay a while and see for yourself the wonders of tear-stricken faces. Fingers will wipe faces from sorrow. These hands will guide blind and so will you.These hands
Scenic eyesTraveling across the vast country of quiet streets, time is no companion visible to us. Walk by with hands withheld to our sides under the dim, yellow lights of the eyes above us. Do we tolerate company unless our folly adventures take us straight to bed? Sleep will wash over us as easily as we command ourselves calm and false. I mistook a heavy step and fell right into autumn dried leaves. Your body leaves and only eyes are left to picture ourselves in a meadow. Scene by scene, your imagination compares nothing to great fiction writers and movie directors.Scenic eyes
Our CallI place the guitar on the green grass And you sprawl right down beside me I look at you questioningly But you just smiled right back at meOur Call
It's amazing how your smiles Take me hundreds of miles Inspired I am by you I don't know what made me fall for you
I take my guitar once again And strum to you a new melody You sing to me a new song So amazing, not just a parody
How nice it is to hear Your singing voice so near I play my notes, you sing your words It's a perfect serendipity
So stay with me, darling please We'll
The Simple PleasuresSunflowers and dandelions The sun setting on the horizon Little pleasures of life Things humans keep ignoring.The Simple Pleasures
Do you see the beauty of the damp grass? Instead of complaining how wet it can be Do you feel the chill of the rain? Instead of saying how unlucky you may be.
The little flowers all await you For your bidding as they bow to your feet Butterflies, so hard to catch Much as rainbows, almost never seen.
Did you realize how the bird sings? Instead of moaning how noisy it is Have you ever stopped to look at the clouds? Like time,
Stay A WhileYou always make me laugh, You always make me smile. So can I ask a favor? Do you promise to stay a while?Stay A While
I know it’s not much, But it means a lot to me. I need to know you’ll be there, I can’t just let this be.
We’ve tried it once before, Why can’t we try again? Even if you don’t love me, Can’t we at least be friends?
I know we still talk, But admit it, we’re pretty lame. I just want things back to normal, Things just aren’t the same.
I love to hear your laugh, I love t
still alive but i'm barely breathin'
Tired
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im janna,16 yrs old, pinay
soon to be digital artist.
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hole in my heart
"Words don't define man. It's the stupidity of man to put in words that hopefully make sense. "
Please don't mind if I Watch you~
I wonder whether you have some kind of inspiration while writing your poems and literature?
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"The mind chooses what it wants to see."
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This is what I thought
I thought you'd need me
This is what I thought
So think me naive
-AFI "Prelude 12/21"
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Kill Hannah!
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hole in my heart
"Words don't define man. It's the stupidity of man to put in words that hopefully make sense. "
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hole in my heart
"Words don't define man. It's the stupidity of man to put in words that hopefully make sense. "
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