

A Night on the BeachDare I lay my head upon the sandA Night on the Beach
That I may dream Sweet currents shall wash me Away
And the broken pieces of my heart Float away The slow steady current makes them impossible to grab Dare I see a mermaid That they may call me crazy
And I in my naivety Believe them The shadows move in a gentle light And my hand shakes Sifting through the silken sand
Until I lose that too.


LiteratureCircumstances dare the hand to writeLiterature
In ordinary words No extraordinary order They can touch our souls Mere lines on the paper Feeling so unnatural Compelled to stop Desperate for some structure A clichéd twist at the end Something for a laugh Deep and sorrowful humor Praying for a break in Old English writing And inverted sentences Perhaps there is no meaning Perhaps he wrote it on the toilet Perhaps he was possessed Perhaps the word that puzzles the critic Is one that amused the writer Perhaps the transition sentence Hides
love it, and I love you.
Happy birthday sweetheart.
--
The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place; from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spiders web.
::: Pablo Picasso :::
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
--
How can you celebrate if you're constantly afraid of getting in trouble? Being disapproved of? Life is only worth living if you do just that: LIVE it.
—Kate McLachlan
Icon ©Marta T
I hope you like it here
--
Non illigitamus carborundum
I'm the first one! Yay me. ^_^
--
"The time for flying is now past. Our battlefield is now beneath the earth... The gate to tomorrow is not the light of heaven, but the darkness of the depths of the earth."
-Vincent Valentine
I'm the first one! Yay me. ^_^
--
"The time for flying is now past. Our battlefield is now beneath the earth... The gate to tomorrow is not the light of heaven, but the darkness of the depths of the earth."
-Vincent Valentine
Previous PageNext Page