lovenonsense

Let's move and catch the steam with bare hands to create a reality, not every time we can win. Let's try to... get lost in a  fairytale, watch sun rise and set infinite times, watch seven golden stars pulling heaven through dimensions; walk filling everyone with love, be stubborn but not be a thorn, being your own hope for the dreamed future; be creamy, be like gentle cloud, not once change to feigned friend, not waiting for miracles, creating one. You love them, don't think you don't. What a pity you don't understand all the energy. You love us, don't try to escape. We all need to realize... that we cannot hide here fore

The sun sets over the lake and my mother's garden is lit with gold and orange and red. It's beautiful, and I'm not. I want to go lie in the sunshine, lie like the person I am, because only people lie. I can't lay down to sleep, like a simple teddy bear. I must lie. I'm too cold for the golden sunshine on the lawn. I have winter inside me still. The world seems to have skipped spring this year, and I have yet to thaw. The breeze is cold, and it feels like maybe it could take me home. Home was a little yellow house in a shady neighbourhood, full of people and parties and friendship, and you used to come visit me there. Home has been other pla

How am I to see beyond the frosted glass, To sing in a hall of thunderous disregard? How is my heart to take poetic flight, To alight softly and gracefully on words never spoken, When it is only yesterday that she realized she had wings? Endless blue spans beyond comprehension; For you, my beloved, have turned my eyes heavenward. A strange clarity emerges from behind winter's veil. The warm gales whisper in a foreign tongue, Not of earth and now and here or there; But words of everywhere, and forever, And anywhere, and no matter what, and yes, my love, yes.

the grand oaks whisper to the wind, their song carries to my ears, i tread the wooded path, the sound of birds chirping, the scent of fresh morning dew on pine, the aroma intoxicates me, i breath as if for the first time, i find comfort in the shade of trees, who tell me stories of times long ago, they whisper to me, i hear the song of the forest

She was four months old sitting in the back seat with the most adorable toothless grin. Lilli made a delighted sound as the warm summer air blew in from the window and rushed over her face. She stretched her arms, her tiny fingers pointing out and up, up up!  It was such a lovely moment, one that I will never forget. I looked out and up and saw a sky naked of clouds, and a color that spoke volumes. Light blue with just a hint of lavender, feminine and soft yet bright. It took me back to my four year old self on Christmas morning. Santa had brought me a Crayola Caddy with a hundred crayons. One by one I inspected each color until I came to p

Memories Morbid bitter memories! Covered in glitter, Scatter across my mind. Destinies, Rivalries, And summaries of the past. Flowing through my mind. Eventually, Everyone will experience the power, Of Memories. The will bite, Like a Great White. The will fight, Like a Pit Bull. The will run scared, Like a bird being caught. Some are errands, Amen's from God. Gems from the past. Some are even abbreviated, To save space in my overcrowded mind. Some are dedicated, To all the ones I've lost. Some I try to erase, Like ocean waves crashing on sand. Optimistic, Oblong, Futuristic, These memories tend to be. Some show neglect, Like a dog being t

Freedom In and out depression. I'm finally ready to take flight. I can finally feel the wind, Trying to tell me it, it's now time to go. I can see my destination. The time has come to see something new. It's time to leave the dark depth of this hole. Ignorance is just a bliss, But personality is loud. It's time to join the crowd. It's time to become free. I've been gone far to long. Feel like a mother, Who had lost their child. A sister, Who had lost their brother. It's time to join back in. It's time to become free. No one seems to care enough, That my silence was a cry. I've fought the dark, Now I'm given the chance to fly. Fly high over

you don't seem to remember me like if i drowned in a sea or trapped in a tree and you never see the pain in me you don't care, or wouldn't even dare to just say hello...

mushrooms and candles line smoky hallways pheromones and dreams are the incense here swirling fans and falling rain sing to the night, as ivy curls around musty toys and adele and anjulie duet from crackling speakers lodged under books glitter and pearls and a sun or two float, cloud-like, in the far ceiling corners colours invert and revert tactlessly and my eyes, like in fever, grow heavy and too hot, while ears pop and migraines roar and I wake and sleep again and dream once