What kind of a world
Would we live upon
If there was not a single,
Wonderful moment,
Wonderful sight,
Wonderful person?
Without wonder,
The world is nothing.
Sunrise, warm and bright, lights the mountain tops.
The rays creep down, like a river that never stops
Casting out the shadows of yesterday forever
Making things bloom, constant ever.
My autobiography is punctuated
more by wonder than exclamation.
There are no heavy-handed periods,
just the steady rhythm of a comma
or the sigh of a semicolon.
wryness: At least one person will write About sweet ecstasy And, “Hey baby, “You’re my LSD; “High on life, “That’s my girl; “That’s” –...
Pragna Paramita Mondal: The Wind Had swept off. Rust petals, paper cranes, yellow pages. The delirium, and a slice of time, somnolent and sour. The blood had felt the onomatopoeia, when it...
wryness: That has made all the difference – Or maybe it hasn’t; I’m not sure. I need to move upwards, Open a dimension’s eyeful And trace the lines carved In leaves now...
inthenameoftherose: Brick by brick we build our walls, Some are short and some are tall. When communication stalls another brick is added cemented by resentment and frustration. And in order to be...
AintNoNinny: you told me that you have eyes only for me yet I see you staring at that corvette across the street wishing you were with her
inthenameoftherose: All the best laid plans of mice and women Yet life has her own vision. As little girls we were fed on fairy tales But now as women we lie on beds of nails Self sacrifice and...
inthenameoftherose: It began with two for the road It seemed so light then the load When under the shooting star I wished The third came as promised ‘twas bliss Four we wanted to even out our...
BJP123: Lay down icy witch, Promise lost spell unbroken, Filled with regret.
BJP123: Nine and six filed for divorce, such a tragedy. Thirteen lost her beloved ten, a sailor out at sea. It’s been a year since the cancer took four, and seven just isn’t the same....
Provalone: From the summit of him to the valley of me, I feel the wind that connects us. Oh gentle wind, please blow harder so I can feel you: The only thing I share with him.
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What kind of a world
Would we live upon
If there was not a single,
Wonderful moment,
Wonderful sight,
Wonderful person?
Without wonder,
The world is nothing.
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Hot blood pumps through my chest
attitude of “do your best”
thumps deep within my head
time to stop bein’ dead
nothin is gonna stoppa this strength
I’ll be runnin’ any length
go! Go! Fasta now!
Push! Push! Harder now!
What? What? Can’t a be done?
nothin’ unda the sun!
No! No! Nothings gonna stop me!
Bein’! Bein’! All that I be!
What? What? Is this fiery wonder?
Makes me feel like a stranger
I! I! Am a spirit of thunder!
Ridin’ on the edge of danger!
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those one hit wonders.
how can anything so good
break apart so fast
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Sunrise, warm and bright, lights the mountain tops.
The rays creep down, like a river that never stops
Casting out the shadows of yesterday forever
Making things bloom, constant ever.
Like or Dislike:
+1
My autobiography is punctuated
more by wonder than exclamation.
There are no heavy-handed periods,
just the steady rhythm of a comma
or the sigh of a semicolon.
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+2