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Long sleeves are raiment,
Color, dark as ebony;
Blossoms dance among them.
Blossoms float all around,
Surrounded by ink;
Will they be consumed?
FictopheliaThere is a boy out there who always keeps me safe,
Protects me from harms way.
He makes me feel not only cherished and strong,
But fills my heart with so much belief.
His voice is velvety smooth like a soft caress,
and in my dreams he reassures me.
He encourages me to want and strive to be a better person,
Someone that he could be proud of.
But he will never exist to physically be with me,
Nor show me affection in return.
There is a boy out there,
He's a fictional character,
Thought up and created upon pure imagination,
And I'm truly, madly, deeply in love with him.
Winter's SnowThe snowfall brings joy, fun to children, and allure to the world
Although, many dislike it
It's too bitter, makes them ill,
Or is a bother before they go out and take leave their comfy warm abodes
But it's soft powdery white scenery brings out so much hope to others
The twinkle and sparkle within it
The happiness it will always have and will bring
Snowmen and snow angels everywhere,
Snowballs in the sky,
Icicles on the edges of roofs, wires, and tree branches,
Intricate and fern-like designs dancing upon window panes
People see it as a winter wonderland
Especially when it first falls
The world never knows though
That I bring them this kind blessing, this satisfaction, this wonder
Yeah me, Jack Frost
The one who people say I nip at the nose and toes
Well I'm very grateful for those who do believe in me
And I will keep coming once a year for a few months and grant your wishes.
Jack FrostOh, how lovely it is,
To peer out a window from the cozy warmth of your home
And see the whole outdoors kissed in crystalline brilliance!
As snow and ice decorate the earth
It's still amazing to think that,
With a single giant and chilling breath,
Jack Frost turns an everyday world into a sparkling,
I Love The WayI love the way you tell me that I always look beautiful,
and the way you make me laugh like no one else.
I love the way you move the hair away from my eyes,
and then kiss me on my face.
I love the way you care for me,
and hold me so near and dear to your heart.
I love the way you put your hands around my waist,
and make me feel safe.
I love the way you sing to me at random moments,
and look at me and smile.
I love the way you protect me,
the way a noble knight would for his princess.
I love the way you hug me,
and leave the smell of your cologne on my clothes.
I love the way you'd give me a gift with a thought that counts,
and a home-made card.
I love the way you’ll always be there for me,
and always have my back.
I love the way you speak your mind,
and tell me about your opinions.
I love the way you're not afraid to cry,
and show your feelings.
I love the way you talk to me,
and woo me with you're dorky pick-up lines.
I love the way you call me in the evening just to say
Our Love Still GrowsOur anniversary means a bunch,
So much more than any another ordinary day;
I dedicate my appreciation and affection for you,
And cherish you in every way I can.
Through the passing of time, our passion, our bond, still grows and grows,
A caring relationship to explore, an exciting adventure awaits;
Our life together gets better and better,
And I keep on loving you more and more.
A Love That Transcends Time
There was a time that I believed that one person can make a large difference in our lives. That one special person has made such big changes and is continuing with those changes in my life today. Ah, I remember how it was the first time I met her. I was in high school and our relationship was then formed. Without her in my life, I wouldn't have gotten the inspiration and motivation to be what I am now. Well then, I’ll begin by telling how my adventures began with her.
My encounter with Kristen started sometime back in Patriot High School during my physical education class. It started with me intently admiring her from a distance playing handball by herself, and to those who’re reading, handball was quite a fun and popular game where I came from. I really couldn’t help myself. She was so beautiful that I ended up daydreaming for a bit, that is... until I was interrupted. My friend
DepressionI hate just sitting and watching time slowly tick by,
With nothing being accomplished
I wish I had someone to make me happy, to make me smile;
Anyone I have or had now only brings sorrow
My lungs are inflating and deflating,
I only wish they would stay punctured
My body feels numb... lifeless,
I am beyond tears, my cheeks are bare
There is nothing left but torment and despair
I wonder if genuine happiness will triumph once more?
The time I spend waiting seems infinite
I'm not sure what makes me hold on, still grasping;
I feel strong but yet so weak
I wonder if it will ever end...
That miniature spec of hope keeps me breathing,
But it also keeps me dead.
Star WarsTeach me how to fly, or the mind tricks of the Jedi,
With a light saber in hand, it's not something I'll forget
Origins of the Sith, wrapped so precariously in myth
Will you gun for the Light Side, or be like Jango Fett?
Now, fight! Even droids know what is right!
Learn to pilot a starship, and next you're on a trip
To the Outer Rim, force or guided whim,
Smooth work you did, you're gonna fly far, kid.
With some old space charts and the Jedi Arts
Fight against the cruel Dark Side, fight against the cruel Dark Side
Or use lightning chains coursing through your veins
Let the Dark Force be your guide, and start turning to its side.
Kashykk or Tatooine, there's always something unforseen,
Jedi Masters in the room, the court will now convene.
Now someone killed your friend, now you should hunt them to the end
Anger coursing through your heart, and you've no one on to lean.
Now, fight! Even droids know what is right!
Learn to pilot a starship, And next you're on a trip
To the Outer Rim, Forc
.just try not to
that memory, that one
wolf that calls
for the rest
of the pack;
you'll spend all
with them inside
.some people are dead
long before they die -
there's just no burial
for the spirit
gossamer loveyou will love a woman
who uses the word
too often. she will
diagnose dead artists' descents
into madness and laugh
too loudly at jokes
no one understands.
she will braid crowns of
flowers, she will write poems
in constellations, she will
try to walk like a dancer so
no one can hear her
leave. she will be
an ice sculpture, and when
she cries, you'll convince yourself
she's melting, she loves you, you've
changed her, you've
changed; she will wear you
like a comma, like
an incomplete thought,
in her story, and
she will leave you wondering
crooked kissesAn old man sits at a bus stop,
his ragged clothes soaked
through to his creaky bones.
He grips his beggars cup
tightly, but instead of coins it
overflows with rain water.
Passersby pass by without
giving a second glance, brief
cases clenched in swinging
hands, Bluetooth plugged into
their ears. A little girl dressed
in pink polka dots prances
to his side. Her mouth moves
quickly and his takes time to
form words. She giggles,
drops coins into his cup, and
gives him a kiss on the cheek.
He laughs a crooked grin.
To the one I forget to loveSunshine girl,
your feet are itchy for the miles
between your sighs
and hunger scratches
at your throat
but you have a smile
that swallows oceans
and your heart
into the Marinia Trench.
this heaviness in you
is a dandelion
coming home to rest
a little more
(or maybe we'd just go broke).
A Daughter Now BegottenIf reason could challenge the knowledge of infinity,
the blindness of justice;
should we not call ourselves Gods...
And Gods are we not, for if justice were truly blind,
it would hold the same fate for rich and poor alike...
Under the celestial heaven that shines above,
the beggar's crying face and the rich man's arrogant gaze...
So of The Creation we are, living in throngs of solitudes....
Each solitude made torturous by the lust for more money,
yet eased by the kindness of strangers and the love of God...
Which power of change is made,
unto glory from a prisoner down trod,
to a man of faith, who helped a dying woman in need till loving eclipse.
A daughter now begotten, of starry eyes and golden sun ray locks...
Cherished by God and adored by both parents,
though mother soon to be with the Creator Almighty,
this daughter grows up knowing the brittleness of mortality...
...As her lips of red rose blossoms,
her heart aches as the mourning moon that hides behind the bosom of clouds...
The same messageI keep expecting one of these waves
to gush pearls, one of these hours
to drop out of the sky
and speak to me.
I walk back and forth
over the unleavened bread of wet sand
as a stray dog leaving the shallows
shakes off water
in the same way a galaxy might
For the moment there is no pain,
just the tip of my tongue
pressing against my teeth
while the water,
in one of the oldest gestures on earth
skirts across the sand, etching
and erasing the same message:
Overcoming Writer's Block
The time flys by,
The hours whisked away,
As I stare a my blank sheet of paper,
Pencil in hand,
Not moving an inch,
My mind is empty and thoughtless,
A sip of coffee,
Aggravated from the pent up frustration,
I close my eyes,
Letting myself drift away.
The moon is high,
The clock strikes twelve,
"I got it!"
My eyes flash open,
I quickly grab my pencil,
And jolt everything down,
Letting it all flow into place,
My page is finally filled,
My notebook open,
Just in case,
I might write some more.
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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