As a writer, the worlds I’ve created have become so developed that I now look on. The characters have their own stories, own ideas, they have far exceeded my imagination. Though I did, in fact, create it all, I’ve become an onlooker. I feel as if every author is aware of this. Your characters may
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Kill me not with soft words from such lips. Having my soul engulfed by invigorating touch that reaches the long, forgotten, beating heart. Keep me buried if I am but a passing wind in a season of one’s choosing. I have yielded to such a cause that men seem to fall victim to. Why has
Bury me in a world of empty silence and it shall echo a resounding peace. Never wavering joy of unmatched darkness. Pulling depth to see an endless abyss caught by our gaze. Such space and time in infinite hold. The ever awaiting welcome, o death
Where do we go from here? Your mind remains restless upon years of emotions and thoughts you believe you will not escape from. Time seems to be at a standstill and you remain glued to the notion that it will not get better. Jump 2 days into the future, a year, a decade, now what?
Mountains rage through clouded storms. Forming deep in rivers ever flowing. Growing to find touches of illuminating strength. Tides of ever-changing embrace. Rising to meet new creation.
I once thought the alarm would be the reason for my waking. The sun striking my face and the gentle breeze from the ceiling fan brushes against my skin. Yet none of that woke me from the dream that held me in its hold. I could hear it, at first like a sweet melody though
A shiver ran down my spine. I could feel the gentle breeze and hear the rustling of the leaves. Sounds intertwined as all of stars filled the sky. The moon hanging in wait as it shun upon my face. Radiating a soft glow as the reflections wavered in the waters beneath me. I stood there,
They say I’m a hot mess but also cold, where I find my balance. Amidst the chaos and storm that rages inside, a mystery of silence to find peace of mind. A project constructed to tower to the heavens only to find the ground more appealing. Games played yet I pause to come to reality,
I am as the moon. Reflecting a light that shines over horizons. Shifting and changing in seasons through the phases of reason, with color of yellows and reds. Mourn me not as morning comes for I am still visible, though darkness surrounds me. Worry not for the stars keep me company. If you ever need
