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I know a lot of people who really like sunsets, but I prefer the sunrise.
Because to me it is so much more than it's beauty, and the beautiful colors that it pains the skies.
It was the end of the day. I decided to sit on a metal bench, the cold feel of it gave me shivers. I was very close to the shore of the lake, so my toes were in the chilled water.
It was the end of the day. I decided to sit on a metal bench, the cold feel of it gave me shivers. I was very close to the shore of the lake, so my toes were in the chilled water.
Of a peaceful nature
In a state of tranquility
The calmness of waters
All is quiet as can be
As moments come about
For everyone to see
Placidity and serenity
All is quiet as can be
What does it mean
When you read and are at peace
How do I get transported to somewhere else
In a few seconds, minutes, hours
How can I fathom
That I step foot out of my body
Into another land
Ever quiet
Ever still
Green and gold
Speckled with white
A soft humming grows
Whizzes by
Fades
Leaping and laughing the trees begin to dance
Listen to the whisper of the rocks, telling their ancient story.
Listen to the murmur of the river, speaking of past glory.
Listen to the sighing of the winds, declaring the old ones’ coming.
Of great tranquility
Nothing but quiet and peace
Not a sound can be heard
A soul that is at ease
Comforting and soothing
What a placid sensation
As moments come to pass
There is deep meditation
Free and flowing,It glides along the banks,On a journey of it’s own Sometimes rushing,At other times calm and glassy.
light filtered through the window caresses your cheekyour skin glistens and begs to be touchedeyelashes slowly flutter as your approach consciousnessi have come to treasure the beautiful way you sleep.
Sitting by the pool, I squinted my eyes at the torrid back yard,
my lawn chair slightly separated from the others.
My glass of iced tea sat within reach, ready to rescue an
overheated and dried out tongue.
I'm swimming in a sea of metaphorical green,
Taking pleasure in the beauty that's to be seen.
I can't complain right now
I am facing my test
I have a field of hardships to plow
There's no time to rest
Different,
Yes,
But just like you;
Only I have a gift.
I can make castles,
So pure,
So clean.
Watch,
I'll show you.
This city,
A city of glass,
The world is a dark and dreary place
But you are the light in my life
You are the sunbeams caressing my skin
As if saying hello to an old friend
You are the burst of warm air
I love the spring mornings, when the warm breeze kisses me as the stars are going to sleep I get lost in the many melodies that the birds sing I laugh at the way that the sun has to shine so brightly because it loves to be the center of attentio
We went on adventures and saw neat things. We followed the music in hopes for our hearts to sing.
Red, blue, and yellow,
Colors of beach umbrellas
Cooling off surfers
From the summer heat to the
Relaxation of the waves
Hot sand and cool wavesExperience of beaches
Memories are made
Nights like these are what I cherish the most
The unmade bed, the lull of the outdoors
Light seeping trough the blinds
An ambient glow casts over you face
A face so peaceful and content
"The expanse of the sky
The shine of the stars
When the sleeping world lies
The golden silence is ours
The great big sea
With hidden graves
The oceans deep
With countless waves
My world is better
As I hear the thunderous, yet peaceful waves.
It’s the most wonderful feeling ever.
Finally, this is my chance to be brave.
The things I see in the darkness of my room at night
they flicker with fairy-like insincerity of dreams you don't quite remember
Memories of your hand in mine fades like I've rubbed my eyes too hard
Upon a mid-summer afternoon
The curtains find release
Dancing with the wind
Fluttering with the breeze
Silent
Peaceful in Heaven
Exciting on Earth
Angels watching over you
Candles flaming
Endless time coming
Full of dreams
Under the stars
Love all around
light softly reflects
off of the pond
wind whistles through
leaves and grass
time has stopped
leaves begin to
fall and blow
quickly beside me
Cease and desist
Or else suffer the consequence
We live in a police state
Corruption is rampant
Forces of racists and brutatlity reign
Another innocent gunned down, bring a city to fame
As the steps outside are taken from the once pitch black
demon eyes
garage
yellow gazers...
The desert UPS package rain clouds like adobe hang above me
hazel
a tree in a snowy desert
My sound?
Is a silent night, I have no music
no beats, or rhythem.
My sound?
Crickets on a summer day.
When I was born they sang.
My sound?
Is a soft noise
What a difference a night can make.
You fell asleep to the blankets clinging to your face
Their fibers shielding your eyes
From the darkness that chills your bones.
Your eyes scrunched,
I'll protect you from your fears
like I have for all these years
your dreams in the still of night
will not cause you any fright
darkness will bring only rest and sleep
Slowly, slowly sailing.
Lazily, readily, whimsically, wailing.
Waves around us, dancing and singing,
the bell on the lighthouse softly ringing.
A "swoosh" of the sea foam,
It always amazes me how beautifully she snores once she’s talking to me. No matter how badly her and I both haven't been able to sleep.
You walk lightly upon the earth
Made up of stardust and love.
Running through time in an unresting pace.
Awakening like the sun
light blue ocean of air
with giant metal birds flying without a care
sending gusts of wind my way
this is a very relaxing day
4/26/13
CNA
Some things in this world give me hopeWhen I hear the clash of voices speak outI am surprised by the peoples empathy
How curious it is, to walk along beaches
Made of thousand-year old shells, and
Think about how young we in are in comparison.
Sand dollars and dried-up crab shells floating around
What do you see when you gaze into my eyes
......as u try to unravel my mind picking out bits and pieces of things you find fit to know and discover?
What do you feel when your finger tips meet my skin
Slowly falling from the sky
With the wind blowing harder and harder
The day ends with a great sigh
Fall ends with the start of winter
Slowly falling from the clouds
A breeze hits with a plow
All my life - I've been trying to find
Such a beautiful place,
Like the one in my mind.
Somewhere that no one else can trace.
Now here I am
Standing in front of it,
Not giving a damn,
