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People think of beauty as looks,
which will always be temporary.
You see her from the outer view and say she is beautiful looks-wise,
which she is,
but you do not see the beautiful side of her that I do.
Camping can be a magical time for some.
For others it could be a horrific time.
But for me, camping is an amazing time.
Nothing can even compare to Pathfinder camping.
its a rainy day vibe as i look up at the sky i see the big gray clouds coming down. wow.
they roar and they cry i cant help but realize that the big bad guys arent around. now
leave the windows open all day;
let the house forget the feeling
of dust and fingernails.
make the doors wing open with haste;
feel the souls of children
bleeding out with the urge
wind rattling weightless backyard furniture
wings buzzing near the pane
scampering lizard up the wall
scorpion families opening pincers into spring
even as I type the word
scorpion
I wish a
Outside,
The sky is overcast and gray.
Beautiful.
It looks as if it is about to rain,
Gorgeous fat drops falling,
A rhythm that beats the same pattern as my heart.
dear mountain standard time
the desert is in itself
an oasis, an escape
from the monotony
of trees and grass
that plague the forest valley
they are all i have ever
known, truly
I once was able to breathe
To see the world
To go outside and smile
Now I pray to stop
To close my eyes
And stay in my room and suffer
The healing is slow
But I try
The way that the sun sets and the sky looks as if it’s on fire,
Sitting on the edge looking down endless rows of trees and wanting to be even higher,
Going outside makes me feel good
I would spend all my time walking around if I could
strolling and observing is what I do
and breathing in the fresh air too,
Minutes and hours pass by
How fast they go, oh my!
You are the sun
That brings life to the land
From which I was gone
Now I'm back in your strand
The roses in my heart bloom
It's crisp and clear on a wonderful day
I wanna take a step outside and play
The weatherman says its just the right temperature
I could go chill and relax all my worries away
Shoot! I forgot I had to work today
My bare feet felt frigid,
as they squished the wet ground.
The dark emerald grass was damp
and powerless against me.
The blades of grass bent and plummeted
There is a yard
And a great tall tree
Instructing what to draw and write
There is a fence of chain
Between the lilacs and me
There is a garden
That only grows dirt
I’m outside, enjoying the view and warm sun
Guaranteed, this is where I’ll always be
I hear the thump of deer, grunt of a steer
A lofty tower looming above the others
A tall man who sticks up above the rest in a crowd
A tree rising above the shrubs in the mighty forest
Winter's late afternoon.
Dusting snowfall kisses my cheeks,
A smile twinkles
hiding within the corners of my lips.
Lights glow behind the fluff of snow
beside the mat that reads “Welcome Home.”
The birds nest
mint, green foliage flutters
spring, life, growth
The birds fly
sun shines, storms blow
summer, heat, strength
The birds migrate
crisp, ochre leaves swirl to the ground
I want to sit outside again
in overgrown grass
popping the heads off dandelions
and running away from bees
We read and write
but why do so
We are consumed in books, tv and more
Our doors and windows are closed and so are we.
As we walk out, we chase away the clouds.
Shine on me today,
Fill my eyes and brighten my day.
Lost in a world tryin' play pretend
Tryin' to prove myself to my best friend.
Wantin' to be somebody, but there's this
girl inside of me fightin' insecurity
Everyone says this girl is beautiful,
We all see you there,
Your pretty face deceiving.
It’s only the outside that matters, right?
Only the outside that people truly care about.
The sky is dark and haunting.
It speaks with a voice that echoes across the world in omnipotent waves, forcing the weak into the shadows.
Pockets of grey precipitation are illuminated intermittently by a heavenly source.