|
| The Sun is On My SideThe stack of work in my metaphorical inbox
Stands a mile high
But that's not gonna get me down.
'Cause the air is warm,
And the sunlight looks so nice on the budding trees
That I can hear my Nikon calling
All the way across campus.
For every item checked off the to-do list,
Another's waiting to take its place.
But I don't mind.
'Cause today I've got the sun on my side.
| | |
| Two children
Smiling
Laughing
Playing
A carefree mood
Such as only childhood can provide.
Once in awhile,
He runs too fast
Trips and falls
Scrapes a knee
And the tears begin
Waiting for Mom to save the day,
She tells how one time she scraped her knee
And Mom kissed it and made it better
It stopped bleeding and she was okay
And she got to go back out to play.
But the boy only scowled
And continued to cry.
Mom comes
The girl goes inside
To find company with
Smiling dolls
And empty faces
| | |
| And now...a revival!So, my dear Kat and her lovely writings have inspired me to revive this ol' thing. I've been experiencing a sort of...oh, I don't know...emotional buildup recently, and I think this is the way to cure this sudden fragility.
So, here we go. Random writing!
---
In the quiet of the night,
The music weaving softly
Through my contemplations,
I think of you,
And I know.
I know that,
Despite everything,
We are.
And in the quiet of night,
I turn to face myself
And dare life to stand in my way.
For tonight,
I am free.
| | |
| Lots of new stuff that I am too lazy to cross post here.
Go read it yourself. ^_^;
http://www.fictionpress.com/~kironaoftheskies | | |
| I want a new layout...until then, a poem!There is an ecstasy
In your presence.
A force
I cannot deny.
I breathe you in,
Letting the scent
Fill my veins with
Electricity.
There is an ecstasy
In your touch.
Your fingertips brush mine.
A jolt of energy
Drowns me in elation.
God, what I'd give
To have it never fade.
There is an ecstasy
In your eyes.
Your gaze fixes mine,
And it's over.
I'm yours.
That bright blue glance
Enraptures like nothing else.
There is an ecstasy
In your love.
I am the betrayer,
Yet here we are.
Lost in the beauty
Of our own precious
Inadequacies. | | |
|
