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A Private EmotionTogetherness
A look more meaningful
Than life before
A single breath that captured your attention
And awakened your heart
A hurried glance
Nothing more yet it moved something in you
A sensation so new it was unnerving
An awareness so heightened it felt unnaturally mundane
Like clockwork: it seemed to make perfect sense
The most logical things had ever appeared to be
Of course, heart: welcome the unexpected guest
And linger not shyly in a tangled hello
For time is most fleeting and when were words ever an answer to that
It is not only in your hands where love lies?
Ready to be acquainted with the rhythm of your soul
Yearning to become a part of you - and all the parts that are new
That were introduced as echoes of hope
The moment those eyes met yours...
And you realized just how much you enjoyed them gazing upon your skin
To want, to love, to lose yourself must be the best of sin
The Gift of ConscienceAnswering questions half-heartily
Your spirit only present in physical form
As the sweat on your forehead:
As your unspoken fear
Lingering in false pretence
- An undying devotion
Without echoes crawling near
You'd have nothing to hold on to
And nothing left to try
But fighting the little voice of responsibility
Don't become a shadow of yourself
But that man that lives inside!
Captured in a MomentWhat does it mean to be alive?
In the truest sense possible.
Not just physically
Participating in this great, wide world
Without the knowledge of why, how and what for
Are those the questions that drive us?
Or are they the ones that keep us from being
For how well can we trust ourselves to live
If we do not understand the cause, the effects the greater good
If we just breathe, if we just are without clinging to specific detail or explanation,
Be it the mission statement of all Life,
Then, are we not just drifting? - Passing time?
Settling? - Waiting?
Hiding out in our mundane lives?
Avoiding the big questions
And the material that creates them:
Our true thoughts - Our true aspirations.
The fuel of our curiosity
Is that not supposed to lead us somewhere?
Likes fuel always does
Either forwards or backwards, sideways or
It doesnt matte
PetalsThe grass tickled between her toes as her father toiled away with the roses by the letterbox. She watched his fingers weave between the thorns to pat the soil around each bush, humming to some John Lennon song she couldn't put a name to. Despite the sun just tipping the horizon, she saw sweat prickling his brow and his eyes squinting against the light. The fine lines on his face were suddenly accentuated by shadow, and for a moment, she swelled with wonder.
'Maria, come here,' he said, waving her over. 'You're not going to learn anything sitting all the way over there.'
Excitement sparked her limbs into motion, and she crawled over to sit next to him, careful to tuck her skirt beneath her thighs to avoid the dirt.
He picked up a pair of clippers from beside him. 'Now, you need to snipe back these diseased parts here and there from the base of the plant. It helps it grow better.'
Snipping off two pieces of wood with ease, he deposited them in Maria's outstretched hand. Their rough textu
Dreams of realityA pair of eyes;
Open and stare through the lights,
Into the darkness of doom.
And yet they smile,
Yet they smile.
A drop of tear;
Seeps through the garden of death;
Falls to the mortal soil.
Dreams and desires will blend again,
To render the roses alive.
I am floating through a vision.
Like ripples, floating through the pond of life.
Can reality be so real?
Let me drown again,
Into the silence of familiar noise.
As I wander through the lanes of reason and passion.
The flame of hope burns bright,
Drenched in the colors of freedom.
So let my dreams unravel my soul,
As darkness fades away;
And let mortality draw me closer to destiny.
As these pair of eyes,
Open to stare through the lights again.
Is this reality?
Can reality be so real?
Time passes by, as the eyes keep staring;
Staring at the distant lights;
Staring beyond the distant skies.
What do they see?
What do they long?
What do they desire?
Then the skies will break down;
White lightning striking the dreamy clouds.
Moments will tur
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