to run along a white trimmed beach with / little yellow shells buried half in the sand…
The innocence of children playing on a beach. / Could we all still do it? We should all at least want to.
I feel so young sometimes / Wandering through imagination / Waiting to grow up
You always have / Who you used to be / If you need to go backwards to get better
Just an observation as to why I think some adults become so miserable with their lives, myself included. I am fortunate enough to find my release in words, where my dreams collide with the fantasy of my imagination.
As we humans, female/male balanced, embark on goals to freedom, happiness, health and love, we sometimes forget that the main ingredients…
HARMONY
January 26,2009, taking a ride on my broom with a view…
Only In Dreams…With a Twist
Dreaming about a loved one who has past, but will never be forgotten. In this case, its also a loved one who has moved on. / This particular writting is open to interpretation; on one hand it means this person is in love eternally, on the other is one of my what I call “Anti-Romantics”, because in a very subtle way it means that this person is thinking of the other as if they were dead. Meaning their love is dead, they have moved on. A great example to dedicate this one is an ex-boyfriend or girlfriend. I write most of my poems in Spanish, this is one of my first in English.
Exactly the way I want to feel / Like the trunk of a Live Oak
/ One Tiny Moment
In the autumnal sunshine, I watched dogs swim like ducks in the pond and reeds dance in the breeze.
In the autumnal sunshine, I watched dogs swim like ducks in the pond and reeds dance in the breeze.
flowing / between the lines / of words in rank / standing to attention / bent to the will / of their Creator
Written 7 May 2009. Featured in On Youth.
Encased in arms of silence / Surrounded by the walls of no sound / Trapped in the discord of waiting / No word…but looking for a sign from y…
This is the first of a series of poems that I wrote in the early hours of 25 June 2009
turned kitchen things, like empty bottles / and broken springs / to floating castles and fairy wings
Piece of a happy space.
My mind is like the English sky, / Forever full of raindrops. / Each drop of rain / Is a single thought / That cascades through my mind, / And…
I love the rain. =] Featured in Poetry And Beautiful Women; Imperfectly; Young Enthusiasts
“He’s a spy for every country.” “He lifeguards in the summertime on the beaches of Australia.” “He delivers ice cream to camels in …
This is a short story & potential childrens’ book or at least a potential beginning to an extremely interesting book for children. I can only imagine once wonderful illustrations were added by just the right artist/artists that this may be a really big seller. The strengths of this story are as follows: spirited, creative, daring, dynamic, dreams, energy, interesting, lively, unusual, Santa topic, exotic,different & fun!
he dreams of these wishes, / and all the time, / she dances on the cusp of his imagination
I’m drawn to embark on a journey that reflects my silver galaxies in the universe of your eyes
pour vous, mes yeux de noisetier noisetier = hazel My imagination wrote this… a beautiful journey into eyes of hazel…
Imagination / My heart joy rapt around thee / Burgeoning passion / Longing fills the universe / Paradise between your sighs We dreamed of…
A true story / Poem ( 12/10/09 467 views ) Deep within the city of philadelphia / among the poor / a small bit of hope Where did it come from ?
Beneath hay we slept / Under the solace of moon / Stars stayed to keep watch / You beside me like a rock / We were grounded by our love Be…
Inspired by the beautiful artwork of Lorenzo Castello. Thank you Lorenzo! / Art / Music
Our world can burst free / Of closed-minded thinking, / Embrace individuality.
This partly feels like an expansion on Truth freedom beauty And it bears a close relationship to this gorgeous Rufus Wainwright song I believe in doing what I can / Crying when I must / And laughing when I choose / Hey ho, if love were all / I would be lonely / I believe the more you love a man / The more you put your trust / The more you’re bound to lose / Although, when shadows fall, / I think if only somebody / Splendid really needed me / Someone affectionate and dear / Cares would be ended if I knew that / He wanted to have me near / But I believe that since my life began / The most I’ve had / Is just a talent to amuse / Hey ho, if love were all
We may be alone / Though we will be together / Hovering like mist / Loving from a long distance / I will always wait for you I have truly…
Ruby hangs like rope / In her world of make believe / Wide eyed and sixteen / Withdrawn from all the vermin / Now dreams are all that matter ...
The imagination is a wonderful and very powerful thing and when I was sixteen I discovered that I could use it to escape reality altogether and to create whatever I needed, someone who loved me unconditionally and a place of safety, as a means of survival. Somewhere over the rainbow / Way up high, / There’s a land that I heard of / Once in a lullaby. / Somewhere over the rainbow / Skies are blue, / And the dreams that you dare to dream / Really do come true. / Someday I’ll wish upon a star / And wake up where the clouds are far / Behind me. / Where troubles melt like lemon drops / Away above the chimney tops / That’s where you’ll find me. / Somewhere over the rainbow / Bluebirds fly. / Birds fly over the rainbow. / Why then, oh why can’t I? / If happy little bluebirds fly / Beyond the rainbow / Why, oh why can’t I? Somewhere Over The Rainbow was written by: / Edgar Yipsel “yip” Harburg / Born: Apr 08, 1896 in New York, New York / Died: Mar 05, 1981 (car accident)
Sacrifice, Rush, rush…No time dreamers, / Profit is the expectation, pay attention, / Just do what’s expected / Society demands it or be …
We live in a world where profit and power mean more than the individual. Loss of individuality is the price we pay…its way to high. / When I was young I was forever being reprimanded for being a dreamer…I’ve only just realised its not a crime..its who I am and what sets me apart…the world is poor without creativity or imagination…its time we celebrated being who we really are.
other children live out there beyond the stars we see at night, beyond the planets we’ve named and comets that form our galaxy
He who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead; his eyes are closed. ~ Einstein Do you know on every planet there are children too? I can’t speak to them but I know they exist ~ Lisa Humans are naturally curious. I have faith that one day we will meet these other children with eyes wide open…for we are still curious. I hope you all know what I mean when I say “them” in this piece. And I hope you know what I mean when I call ourselves “children.” Other pieces that form this puzzle in my mind: / Dianoia / The True Revolutionary
Today I will excise my heart / From the dangers of the sleeve / No more to live upon the ledge / In tearful hopeless longing / This painful m…
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