And morning glories
I set my bottle
My message simple
I'll share all I have
And give you
All that I am
If you could
Just be mine. JD
#MidnightAndMorningGlories #SeptFalls poetry challenge
#MessageInABottle #EunoiaPrompts challenge
#IfYouCouldBeMind #SmittenBookChallenge book title poetry
Ignorance in showing our love towards our siblings is equally proportional to the first call we make to them when we need any help.
A feisty cat on
A windowsill, just waiting
The chance to escape.
Happy birthday Carter!!! 🎂🐱
Monday morning and I sip an
early morning coffee and as I
think, I plot my day at my school.
I wander to where ideas form
and where discussion is so cool.
I give in to a flight of fancy just
to give us a chance to see a new
place; a world called fantasy!
A short story is in order for today.
I hope this lesson will be kept. I see
I loved school so much I never left! 😉
If we have felt the same feelings from the start, we wouldn’t have ending in different feelings.
Sometimes when the sun shines
we are unaware of her beauty.
Sometimes when love surrounds
us we are blinded by a sense of duty.
Sometimes the storms that sabotage
us actually allow the good to arrive.
Sometimes the supports that we cling
just somehow won’t let us thrive.
Sometimes we are shackled by the obligations of our dearest heart.
Sometimes it seems that we must
finally let go, and make a fresh start!
Some live in dreams and have nightmares, others live in nightmares and have dreams.
If you can’t swim in the deep waters of mind
Don’t bother even testing the waves
I was off to shop yesterday heading to a store in the mall, when a sweet item I picked up fell down off my car visor. As I noticed that, the car in front of me stopped rolling and I luckily had time to brake safely.
It is rather curious as the item I speak of is something I’d recently bought to keep in my car. However, I cannot piece it together with the clip that held her, so now she rides shotgun in my glovebox where I can’t lose her! ✨✨✨✨
“What is good?”
Well, the truth
Would be a good start
But where do you find truth
In a world full of lies?
Everywhere I look
It’s just another disguise
Well I’ve never seen the world
Through your eyes
I’ve got truth in my heart
And I know
I was born to fly
And I don’t see
Why you and me
Eye to eye
Why’s there so much war
In a world
Where there should be peace?
Why so much death
Instead of life
What is it good for?
What are we living for?
Instagram and Snaps become a favorite food for the doubts of one’s unstable feelings, no matter how clean your intentions are, there is no diet to lose weight of suspicions.
DUFFER U R STRENGTH TO A LOT OF PEOPLE
BE STRONG ENOUGH
We all are here for you
Being your strength
We love u yr
We share an amazing phase of life together
Nd will be there in ur hard time too along with u
Dont keep things in ur heart
Speak them out
Dont trap yourself in those inbuild boundaries
Love you lot yr
Once again Happy Birthday ♥️♥️
Let this duvet of dreams
As I weigh myself down
With memories of us
Tell me why
Play on a loop in my brain
You have become the soundtrack to my life
Instead of counting sheep
I count the fragments of you
That I keep scattered around my room
There was a part of you hidden in between the pages of my favourite book that lies on the bedside shelf
It collects dust now
Another lies trapped in the mirror
Sometimes when I glance at my reflection
I'm convinced I see you
Yet when I look again.
Once I clear out your side of the wardrobe
I'll find you nestled inside an old shoe box
Flaquita.... Muchas felicidades!!!
Éste es un dia especial y me gustaria decirte que gracias por ser una persona mas a la que pueda felicitar y recordar el dia de hoy, eres muy especial para mi, te has convertido en una grandiosa amiga y mas que eso alguien a quien le he tomado cariño y confianza 😊
Puede que no te lo diga a diario, bueno si te lo digo seguido xD , pero puedes estar muy segura que te quiero mensis!... de hecho deberias leer esta parte todos los dias 😉. Por lo general todos los dias te llego a recordar por una u otra cosa asi que jamas lleges a pensar que no me importas porque estarias totalmente equivocada...
Nunca pense, ni tenia planeado algún día hablarte tanto como hast...
In younger years
And long gone days
So I remain
The captive princess
To a king
No more. JD
*Captive* Father Part LXII
#TheCaptivePrincess #EunoiaPrompts challenge
(background image of Princess Arwen from LOTR)
Oh, I am gonna love you and leave you that thirst that just wants more..
Setting you on fire with that hunger
that nearly drives you to madness
waiting for that kiss
that is the beginning of everything.
|PARA EL QUE ME LEVANTE LA FALDA
Que tenga claro que mis piernas son como dos armas, que mi cabeza no está lo suficientemente amueblada y que como consecuencia el caos es mi gemelo
Para el que se atreva a menospreciarme, mejor que tenga cuidado porque no conozco el fracaso ni la victoria ya que el término medio es mi utopía lograda.
¡Que nadie se altere si mi cabeza vuela muy alto y mis pies ya no pisan tanto la tierra porque en mi libreta guardo párrafos que me mantienen completamente alerta!
Que tiemblen aquellos que se creen ricos y el tiempo sigue jugando con ellos, tiembla tú, -mi caballero- porque mis cejas son más gruesas que la corteza de muchos cerebros...
Que ardan los libros porq...
FIRST LOVE pt. 2
All first love is unrequited ultimately because it's so huge, it's such an act of giving and it requires so much back that it can never be given back; and indeed you wouldn't necessarily want it given back. It's just like an atom bomb, it's all the energy of who you are and who you want to be and what you love and what you hope to be explodes; and it is impossible for single human being to offer that back to you in a mutual way. It would be like matter meeting anti-matter. It is almost important that what you do is worship and yearn and long, and that for me was the single most important thing in my life.
@sopoetic on SoundCloud (music mixes)
To the one I love,
I saw you today when I closed my eyes. You were right here, just before I opened my eyes. Don't take too long to come. I love you.
Each time I sit down
To write my life's story
Where to begin?
I can't remember
But can't suppress
Traces of childhood
Cloudy at best
To formative years
Where the pain began
A cycle of uncertainty and redundancy
And frustration with no end
Did my delusions begin then?
Were they omnipresent
Mad rush to the ending
Which keeps extending
And lending itself
To the myth that I may not die
Having never truly lived
Second guess myself
Can I bare to let someone indifferent
Write my book
When I'm dead?
So much I've hidden
That I thought someone
Somewhere might find