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Rainy DayAs I sit here and stare out the window, waiting for the skies to clear, listening to the silence drive on. Something starts to fall, rain. Water from the skies above. What is this noise I hear? Such peace from all this chaos? No wonder the trees dance with this music. I walk towards my door, it opens suddenly as my hands pull on it. My body no longer listening to the reason of my mind but following the music of the rain. Out I run! Splashing water up into the air with each step to joining the countless drops already falling. I stare up into the sky of clouds and black of night. My cloths, of little I had on, stuck to my body like glue as I stood still, feet cold, heart warm. Bright flashes of light dance around me as I walk on, my eyes closed, hands stretched out in front of me, they are my eyes. Sight did no justice to the beauty of the sound, the feeling, the smell, the taste of it all. God must pity me to have given me this joy, even for a night if only that. A bright flash, all aro
Raspberry sunsetRaspberry sunset, pray tell me
Where you keep your ruby jewels
That paint my skies the way you do;
My love is fixated on your methods
The way you dash the stars
Just right in the night air
Raspberry sunset, pray tell me
How you soothe the summer time
When the scorched earth is barely alive
And its inhabitants are parched
Working for water, only to feel it
Seep right through their skin once more
Raspberry sunset, pray tell me
What your sorcery fires up
When it brings the evening sun
Coursing through the skyline
Pulsing and wanting, like nothing else
Raspberry sunset, pray tell me
Where I will find my love once more;
Under the peach trees of harvest
Rolling through the rivers, cold
Laughing through the apple's orchards
Strolling between the vineyards?
Raspberry sun, pray tell me
Will you be my everlasting light?
The English and The IrishMy English rose, roots so deep
Dug into your home,
Reaching out for the sunlight,
Growing every day, even against the elements
Shamrock at your tips -
Grazing your stalk, in that gentle wind
A smattering of green against
That ever royal, velvet red
Clearwater FarewellAwaiting flight
with a storm
to see us off.
time well spent
with loved ones
usually far away.
Hugs and kisses
wonderful well wishes.
of white sand
such clear blue.
I will miss.
safe and sound.
Finally to be home
in my own room
and my own bed.
in the future.
One day to return
to this shore
gladly thought of.
I miss youIf I were to leave you,
You'd soon realise that,
No matter how long,
I'll be back just like that,
You know I won't leave you,
I'll always come back,
Whether during the day,
Or night time's black,
There are times,
where I bid farewell for a while,
So I promise you that,
I'll return with a smile,
A smile that we,
Us two, can share,
As a gift from me,
After being stuck over there,
A place which lacks
a person who,
I need and love,
that place lacks you,
And while I'm away,
I'll yell your name here,
Waiting for a response,
to echo in my ear.
I miss you...
Maybe I don't deserve itI can't make you love me like I want you to.
I can't make you feel butterflies in your stomach like you once did.
I'll never be able to tame your wild heart.
I'll never be able to make up for my mistakes.
I won't be able to mend the brokenness you have.
I won't be able to kiss your scars and make you smile.
But I did.
There was a time
When we were younger
When I was the light
The one who saved you
Maybe that has changed now.
Maybe I made you this way.
It was my fault to begin with.
I made a mistake
And then drove you away.
And how I wish I could go back
And somehow say the things I should've
But seeing you this way
It's killing me
And I want so badly to help
But I'm still fumbling with the broken glass heart of mine on the ground
If I stop to fix yours
Who fixes mine?
I wish you could comprehend just how much I love you.
Love isn't even capable of conveying how much I care.
Even with broken pieces lying in the rain and mud.
I wonder what it would be like to love you
Inspiration BeachThe sand
beneath my feet.
A warm breeze
A peaceful morning
without a care.
looking forward to striding
through the soft
caress of the waves.
Blue skies and
The call of a bird
from a tree.
How peaceful it is
in the sun and sand.
my imagination soar.
Storm-Struck InspirationLightning strikes
Across the sky
As thunder rumbles
Up on high
From storm clouds
It rains down
And with a sound
I begin to write
Stories spun silk in my head
Impossible to sleep in bed
Bright and blinding
Creatures run through my mind
Oh what's worth writing..
Traits. Of Humanity.We must use them. And we will call it principled.
I would like to call this piece
"If android could speak".
I will do this (on the side) as I go through the process of beginning (together) and experience beginnings.
I don't ever want to do "A thing", I wish to do things.
Wordy, thoughtful, and the way caring.
And so I will end by saying there is no current better way to say it.
I must end it with "I love you", may you continue to end, and begin to go onward to understanding.
Ever faithful, ever holding something.
Onward, toward a beginning, there is new, and is it not the wish that you see it?
Financial Issues of Having a BoyfriendWhen I first met you
You were the new kid.
We shared numbers
And that was my first mistake.
We stayed up late into the night
And early into the morning
Talking miles per minute
and texting way faster than should be possible.
The minutes of those conversation were priced.
Soon coins that were pocket change
Became dollars out of my father’s paycheck.
The texts you sent me also had a price.
That made the dollars burn,
My conscience turn,
And the yelling stern.
We then shared ways of talking elsewhere.
But being in different parts of the school
Proved to have me never see you
Never share any classes or lunches with you.
To make it worse,
Our words were priced.
The digital data sent had a price,
And the times got later.
We all know you can’t bring a desktop computer into bed.
So I sat up talking to you
And when the time got late enough
The yelling got sterner.
We then shared gaming accounts.
The accounts were free
But the games cost money.
I had my grandmother buy some games
I am an artistI am an artist. I create worlds and characters. I give life to that which was never born, doesn't exist, and never will be. I do this all for the hope that one day, someone will look at my work and be moved by it. Moved to smile, to cry, to laugh. Let them feel the rush of emotions that came from a heard that will never exist, that will never be, that was never born. Let them love and cherish my work, so that one day it may live on long past the time when anyone remembers my name. Let that soal I made with a pencil and paper be the one who lives such a live that even I would be moved by their stories. I shall take my time, master this craft and fill the empty space with worlds upon worlds until time itself has little meaning and the dreams and hopes of the little few within these world s are shared by everyone who takes the time to glance their way and see this live. This, is what I do. I am an artist.
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