Yes lady yes. I agree there are no poems more beautiful than trees. But please lady please, let poems be thier leaves. Let roots sprout and grow metaphores. Let words wander like tiny rivulets of water in the snow. Let words be wonderful. Let words bring joy. Let joy be written down. Miss Dickinson you must forgive me, When I say and I am sure the trees will agree. They are not as beautiful as thee. You need to understand...
Red and oh so opulent. Petals against your skin likeexquisite satin,soft and oh so beautiful.
Jacob scaled the jump from rooftop to rooftop followed by Tommy and Jake, as they took on the ghettos on the outskirts city, they didn't bother taking on a human body as it would only slow them down and waste time as they trailed after Dia's energy. It was odd when the initial search started, it was as though Dia was all over the city causing them all to split up to cover more ground, so far they heard no word on the othe...
If you love him:Roses are redand daisies are whitegrab hold of your loved oneand hold him real tightfor time passes quickyso try not to missany chance that you getfor a hug or a kissIf you love her:Roses are redoh yes, roses are redlet her know that you love herevery chance that you getfor your life rushes byfather time does not careso savour those wonderfulmoments you share
I gave a rose to my loveBrightest red and free of thorns On our first date to celebrateUpon her beauty it did adorn. I gave two roses to my loveOn that day she answered “Yes”Small token for lives aheadAnd on this day I felt blessed. I gave three roses to my loveOn the day we finally wedFiery red hued blossoms threeFor tonight we shared a bed. I gave four roses to my loveThis date I wanted to showOur first year as man and...
A girl stared into my eyes, her face a familiar stranger. She looked worried, if a bit terrified. Wide blue eyes, long black hair and porcelain white skin, I somehow knew this girl. Her lips moved, but I couldn't hear a word she said. I walked up to her in case she was whispering the words. I still couldn't hear her. "What are you saying?" I asked worried. "They are coming, Akiko," the girl said ominously. She broke into...
I was slurping coffee during my nine o'clock break. I was already grease streaked. The shop was grey, and my coveralls were blue. It was Valentines day. I wasn't dating anyone. "Got plans tonight?" Wayne asked. He was an older guy, who was not grease smeared and wouldn't be at the end of the day. "No, and you?" I said. He shook his head. "A few years back, there was this guy who was selling roses on the day before Valenti...
