If my words could but create
I would stretch the delicate folds of the soul that soars
And encompass the unredeeming sky,
Weave the tender smile of Love's divine face
And bring it back into the heart of this dark city,
Release the chained harmony
Of hands that were meant to cherish,
Capt...
Twist deep into the bend of triumph's river
Whose sweet sound reverberates
Within the hollow chambers of time
Seeking for peaceful rest
Ringing out
Calling His beloved name
And to beware the cavernous depths of dillusion and denial
There is no sun
Not clouds blanket the sky
But anger...
Cover your eyes from the speculative being
Shield your heart from winter's fierce blow
Hold your head high through eras of uncertainty
I'll carry you through time's haggard glow
Release yourself from the captors of will
Throw off the chains that bind you with fame
I will keep ...
Youth beckons me
To sunlit paths
And electrifying nights
All contagious and burning
With vibrant colors
And tangible vigor
Sizzling in the hot summer haze
Where two people are one
In heart
In mind
In hands
And the promise of forever
Still burns upon my lips...
The soft morning air
Breathes new life into my lungs
Raising me to the realization
Of another dawn
Another day of absent minded-minded musings
The breath of salty air
Entrances me to the ragged shoreline
That captivates my weary soul
With its slow, rhythmic pulsations
I stand with my back...
Gazing out my window
Waves beating in my ear
Gulls swooping, screaming, crying
The only sound I hear
My solitary slumber
I’m free from all my fears
Away from all the world
The ocean and its tears
So elegant, yet graceful
So calm, and oh so numb
The deep sea is my refuge
Bliss ...
The moon rises high
The sky full of glowing stars
All the world's asleep
The sun wakes to dark
Looks around at the blackness
Sweeps away the night
And rises with a vibrant flame
Morning glow brings a new day...
You lit a candle in my heart
You swore it'd never die
Your love would be eternal
However low or high
But I feel the flame weaken
When gazing in your eyes
The sincerity is gone now
All I can see are lies
Another star has fallen
Another love not true
The wind blew out the candle
Th...
My favorite melody
Is the one that you can’t hear
But still the gentle rhythm beats
So faint inside my ear
The joy and bliss of music
From heaven up above
The blessed feelings obtained
From the song of love...
My heart is a locked box
And no one has the key
Inside are many treasures
And secret parts of me
Every night it opens up
Dreams dance around the room
It closes in the morning
But all the nightmares loom
I'm overpowered by these fears
All locked inside my heart
That's why I ke...
She had tried to stop writing but the words just kept coming out. She put down her pen but the ink still shone brightly on her paper. Her story took flight and blossomed into a bird that flew around her room, cloaking her in its transparent thread. Every sentence burned as brilliantly as if it were ...
At 7:30, on a cold December night, my friend and I found ourselves outside of the Roseland Theater in downtown Portland. Looking through the windows, I could see the usual smog inside, and when we opened the door, we were bulldozed by a cloud of cigarette smoke, and an explosion of music. The air wa...
I am a person
Although I'm not perfect
I make mistakes
As humans often do
I cry
I sigh
And eventually
I'll grow old and die
I fall sometimes
When the road gets steep
I smile
I learn
I laugh and weep
I see the world
Through my own eyes
You can no...
Tarnished leaves paint the gown of the bronze maiden
That dances through the night
As she pays tribute to the rising moon
The dawning of a new era
She whispers to me
When the zephyr coils
Her voice echoing through the mist
Summoning me
To the brink of winter...
What is this strange euphoria,
When the moon shines bright into the silent night
While the world is deep in slumber?
Illuminating the reverent bliss
Of shadows in the valley,
Glaciers on the mountain peaks,
The earth is falling fast asleep
Although the planet dreams away
I si...
This terrifying melody
The hollowed chimes of the lonely bell
As it rings one last time
Before cracking and retiring
This last solitary plead
From the heart of the cathedral
Echoes throughout my mind
Like the wind across the sand
Ripples back and forth
As the waves on the ocean
Your la...
That man, why does he look like me? The way he stands, so still, so strange, like a soldier. His deep-set eyes burn holes through me, cigarettes twisting deeper and deeper into my paper skin. That trick belongs to me. The familiar lips of his, all somber and misshapen, and his crooked nose, sit awkw...
As human beings, we are subject to the many flaws, desires, and aspirations that accompany mortality. We find ourselves in this world today, surrounded by brothers, sisters, friends, and strangers, all of whom which we share common mannerisms, but different opinions, needs, and point of views. Some ...
In the safety of our homes, we may not be aware of the countless threats that take their toll on our society, and on this beautiful planet that we call home. We have been sheltered and made to believe that through following fads and keeping up with the latest technology and trends, we can escape som...
Times have changed. The world of our fathers and grandfathers seems like a distant memory of a land that we only see in picture books and old movies. Our once safe and sound neighborhoods are now plagued with theft, violence, all sorts of crime, businesses embezzle millions, families thrown out of t...
Imagine living in a world without books, where people are devoid of emotion, and censorship smothers all creativity.
Guy Montag is an intellectual who has spent most of his life in a numb trance. One night he comes home from a long day of burning books, and meets a unique, 17-year-old girl named ...
I walked through the door into the dimly lit theater, chose an aisle, and picked out a chair close to the middle. Looking down at the grimy floor, I apprehensively put down my purse, and opened my Reeses Pieces box and my bottled water. As the lights went out, and the previews started playing, I cou...
Rarely has any handbag seen so many memories in the making, as my beloved Bungalow 360 purse, and even rarer still, have so many memories been formed around such a handbag as mine.
I knew that she was special from the very first time I saw her, sitting patiently on the shelf of a charming, little...
Sometimes, when you need it most, you find yourself friendless, and feeling so insignificant and small that you think you might just shrink until you were nothing but a speck against the mundane form which man takes when he enters the real world. And of course, you would like nothing more than shriv...
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