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Re-post, A beautiful Image
I'm reposting this piece from a while back i hope to get some feedback on it this time.
A beautiful Image
The way the sun rises everyday,
with a new hope, a new day.
The way the birds fly away,
as if they were on their way to a heavenly place,
where all is silver and beautiful,
warm and serene.
The elegance of the day,
as it grows into an exquisite night.
The way a magnolia grows everyday,
into a more beautiful and rebellious mature flower.
The way a leaf falls,
with such an extravagant effect.
The way a bird sings,
with a sophisticated projection that reaches a soul,
reaches its heart with such an impact,
that the body sheds a tear as its obtrusive sound,
flourishes into the invisible air.
The way the skies rain,
with luminous sparkling raindrops,
raising one's mind into a confusing rainfall of thoughts,
a graveyard of dark pain,
where you meet a feeling of despair search,
for something unknown.
The way we each own a unique home;
our bodies.
The way one body can give warmth to another.
The way a body can enter another one,
with uncomparable passion, love.
The way a hand can caress another one's skin.
The way we can lay close to one another,
and feel as if nothing were impossible.
As if the road was clear,
As if the skies were completely blue,
As if our wings were spread to fly away,
to the peak of a snow covered mountain.
And then the sun sets.
The moon rises,
a different era of the day has begun.
The new epoc of the night embraces us with hope.
And as our bodies lay,
our minds enter a world of dreams,
where everything is once again, possible,
reachable, approachable.
Where the skies change into luminous colors,
every passing second.
yet sometimes we are taken into,
a garden of dead flowers,
where all is dark and obscure,
where we suffer without hopes of returning,
but this helps endure our minds,
it helps endure our thoughts,
it helps endure our actions.
This world, brings all of this to our hands,
yet some dont want to hold it,
some feel as if their hands were burning,
as if their hands were getting tired,
not appreciating this gift.
but this world is beautiful.
It is an ornament with such eloquence,
such beautiful savagery,
always noticed in an infinite universe of stars.
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And I sat watching a flower
As it was withering
I was embarrassed by its honesty
So I'd prefer to be remembered as a smiling face
Not this fucking wreck
That's taken its place
get some balls biatch or else
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08-25-2003, 05:05 PM
, people need to stop sleepin on you..
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