Posted in Poems, tagged Fiction, Love, Photography, Photos, Poems, Poetry, Prose, Short Stories, Stories, Writers, Writing on June 26, 2012 | 11 Comments »
I want you to love me,
My sweet, sweet blue-eyed
Darling whom from only afar
I am able to marvel.
I want you to love me
Because when I fall asleep
I dream of your golden face
And your chilling warmth.
I want you to love me,
For you are so unattainable
And if you fell for me,
I’d know miracles exist.
I want you to love me,
My singing bluebird—
Perched outside my window,
Just too far to reach.
Posted in Poems, tagged Fiction, inspiration, Life, Photography, Photos, Poems, Poetry, Prose, rainy days, Short Stories, Stories, Writers, Writing on June 22, 2012 | 16 Comments »
Wasting your time
Is the most marvelous thing
You could ever do—
When the clouds start to pour
And the light turns to gray—
And you want nothing more
Than to sit down by the fire
With a steaming cup of coffee
And watch as the seconds tick away
On your brutally honest clock,
For although you may take a rest,
Time never stops.
Posted in Poems, tagged Fiction, inspiration, Life, Music, Photography, Photos, Piano, Poems, Poetry, Prose, Short Stories, Stories, Writers, Writing on June 17, 2012 | 8 Comments »
I cannot bear any longer
To hear the dreadful sounds
Of their whispers and yells—
Of the silence that ensues.
Play me a melody,
For their songs are off-key,
And you always manage
To strike the right notes.
The white-and-black surface
Hides your life story—
A story of mournful ballads
And longing for a different tune.
Play me a lullaby,
And I’ll pray you’re granted
The same kind of tranquility
As you give to me.
Posted in Poems, tagged Flowers, Life, Love, Nature, Photography, Photos, Poems, Poetry, Prose, Short Stories, Songs, Sonnets, Stories, Writers, Writing on June 11, 2012 | 9 Comments »
Promise me skies that never turn to grey
And only clouds the purest shade of white,
Drifting along like the passing of day
Into the peace of the star-speckled night.
Promise me a stream in the grassy dell
And by its bank a garden full in bloom—
Orange flowers where the butterflies dwell,
Dancing in the air—their own grand ballroom.
Promise me a vast, never-ending sea
And a golden shore that stretches for miles—
The call of the gulls as they’re flying free
Above the ocean and its string of isles.
Promise me a land left untouched by time,
Where every mountaintop is crowned with snow,
And if we’re strong enough to make the climb,
The sunset will provide us with a show.
Promise me, for the promises you make
Have never once proven themselves to break.
