Take me away to better days,
To where the sun casts its bright rays.
Let the breeze ruffle through the leaves.
Better days for me, pretty please.
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LOST IN THE RAIN
Lost in the rain.
Beaten down.
Alone.
Drifting.
Tired.
Wet.
Ready to give up.
On life.
On the world.
Curled up in a ball.
Ready for my last breath.
Then the unexpected happens.
The sun comes out.
The birds begin to chirp.
A wet breeze hits my face.
I look up into the sun.
I don’t feel alone anymore.
I feel alive.
I’m happy I waited.
Waited for time to pass.
For time to heal old wounds.
I’m ready to face the day.
DAYDREAM
Water in waves of blue and green.
Nothing can be so clear and clean.
Sunshine beating down on my head.
I have made the soft sand my bed.
Palm trees fan the warm ocean air.
I can feel the breeze in my hair.
A place like this must exist.
A dream like this I can’t resist.
LOST IN A SEA OF FLOWERS
Source:just-a-crazy-lass
I want to walk through a meadow of flowers,
breathing in the sweet taunting fragrance.
I want to let my hair down to fly free
as the warm breeze tickles my hot skin.
I want to lie down on the soft yellow pillows,
my face to the sun looking down from above.
I want to be lost in the sea of flowers,
Where no one will ever find me again.
BE THERE
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The colors.
The force.
The salty air.
The warm breeze.
I can feel it.
I can smell it.
Be there with it.
OUR OWN PARADISE
Our own paradise.
Our own piece of heaven.
Blue ocean.
Warm sun.
Soft sand.
Sea breeze.
Lapping waves.
Beautiful.
Perfect.
TRIUMPH OF NATURE
What gifts do you have for us,
Oh beautiful sky?
Some warm sunshine.
A soft breeze or two.
Maybe a light misting.
Your gaze is triumphant.
Reflecting on the soothing waves.
I could feel your warmth.
See your beauty.
Hear your tentative rumbling.
Taste the salty air with my tongue.
My senses are engaged.
You delight and tantalize them.
Thank you.
PINK FANTASY
(Source: sennenkoi)
I dream of a place
Where time stands still.
Petals fly from trees,
A pink hue cast on all.
Climb the stairs to the castle,
Where fantasies come to life.
The warm breeze carries music
On swirling rainbows of light.
Pretty maidens dance in circles
Around the courtyard of flowers.
Men become drunk on giggles
And flirty stares cast their way.
Who is the ruler of this paradise?
It is I, the dreamer of dreams.
THE GRIM REAPER
Something is waiting for me.
Outside my front door.
I can sense its presence.
Can it be death?
Am I ready for it?
No one can be ready.
It comes for us when
we are the least prepared.
If I shut the door,
will it go away?
It’s moving closer to the house,
smacking repeatedly against the window.
Bang.
Bang.
I peek out.
A branch from the tree
is waving in the breeze.
This time I was lucky.
What about the next time?
I better be ready.
DARK SHADOWS LEAVE NO FOOTPRINTS
Source:billionaires-road
An oasis where dreams come true.
Palm trees wave in the warm breeze.
Birds sing a happy tune of their own.
Until the night exhales its cold breath.
In torrents of wind across the sand.
Where dark shadows leave no footprints.
And tourists remain innocent no more.
THE DEAD GAME
