THE RAINBOW

 

THE RAINBOW

Some days can be heartless.

Some days cruel.

Bringing sorrow and tears.

Bringing you down to your knees.

Until you give up hope.

Give up on your dreams.

Refuse to lift your head.

Refuse to face another day.

And then comes the rainbow.

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ARE WE ALONE?

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Carl Gustav Carus (1789-1869) – Faust’s Dream

 

 

ARE WE ALONE?

Are we truly alone?

Friends and family.

Are they with us?

Beside us every day?

I can feel them.

A thickness in the air.

A soft touch.

A slight breeze.

Is my brother gone?

Or is he with me?

I believe he is.

He chuckles at my blunders.

He laughs at my jokes.

He cries when I’m hurt.

Yes, he is with me.

Always.

Forever.

TEARS

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“Olga Akasi aka Ольга Акаси (Ukrainian, b. 1970, Kiev, Ukraine) - Found By Nobody Paintings: Oil on Canvas
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I cry in the morning.
I cry into the night.
Tears to fill an ocean.
I won’t give up the fight.
I will wait each...

Olga Akasi aka Ольга Акаси (Ukrainian, b. 1970, Kiev, Ukraine) – Found By Nobody  Paintings: Oil on Canvas

 

I cry in the morning.

I cry into the night.

Tears to fill an ocean.

I won’t give up the fight.

I will wait each day.

Bow my head and pray.

You’ll return to me.

I can’t set you free.

 

 

DANCE IN THE WOODS

 

 

DANCE IN THE WOODS

 

Feel the wind in your hair.

Raise your arms in the air.

Sway in the dark.

Alone in the park.

Dance in the night.

It will give you light.

Dance with the moon.

The sun will rise soon.

Let loose, dance, sway, and bend.

Mother nature is your friend.

DANCE IN THE WOODS

 

 

DANCE IN THE WOODS

Feel the wind in your hair.

Raise your arms in the air.

Sway in the dark.

Alone in the park.

Dance in the night.

It will give you light.

Dance with the moon.

The sun will rise soon.

Let loose, dance, sway, and bend.

Mother nature is your friend.

MY STORY

All stories have an end.
This is mine.
I live behind this door.
No one visits.
As footsteps draw near,
I look out the peephole.
I never answer the bell.
I slink away into my dungeon
of lost hopes and dreams.
Neighbors stay away.
Family doesn’t...

(Source: melisica)

 

 

 

All stories have an end.

This is mine.

I live behind this door.

No one visits.

As footsteps draw near,

I look out the peephole.

I never answer the bell.

I slink away into my dungeon

of lost hopes and dreams.

Neighbors stay away.

My family doesn’t care.

Would you?

 

 

ALONE

 

Alone can be refreshing,

A walk in the cold snow.

Lonely can be depressing,

A silence that hits you low.

 

Can we distinguish between the two,

As we listen to our heart’s song?

Our time alone is so rare and few,

Refreshing until it feels wrong.

 

At this moment I feel alive,

Alone but not lonely in my own place.

My dark spirit yearns to survive,

As I raise my happy face.

THE SEA OF MANY COLORS

 

I drift alone in my boat

On the sea of many colors.

A mirror to the pastel sky,

To what resides so high.

The moon peeking from above,

Caressing me like a soft glove.

As I drift along in my boat

On the sea of many colors.