This is a poem I wrote for my college's magazine
I was inspired 由 this pic of Inu Yasha
Make A time machine
I wanna go in the past
Wanna meet my own self
And get back what I've lost
Wanna play with that child
Sitting in the park, lonely
Waiting for a friend true
Wanna make him happy
And going back to home
He would sit on Momma's lap
And forget all world's tensions
and have a sweet nap
I wanna capture that moment
That smile on my mother's face
and the feeling of contentment
On my own small face
In his dream I would come
Playing with him, carefree
I wanna be his true friend
Wanna change my story
I was inspired 由 this pic of Inu Yasha
Make A time machine
I wanna go in the past
Wanna meet my own self
And get back what I've lost
Wanna play with that child
Sitting in the park, lonely
Waiting for a friend true
Wanna make him happy
And going back to home
He would sit on Momma's lap
And forget all world's tensions
and have a sweet nap
I wanna capture that moment
That smile on my mother's face
and the feeling of contentment
On my own small face
In his dream I would come
Playing with him, carefree
I wanna be his true friend
Wanna change my story
She was perfect. Like beautiy incarnated. Long, flowing, red hair, shining like the stars. Cole black eyes outlined 由 freckles that were sprinkled over her nose and corners of her eyes.
Seeing her again hurt. Hurt 更多 then when I broke my arm in fourth grade, 更多 then when my older brother hit me above the eyebrow and busted my skin open and needed stiches.
Her with him was a dager through my heart. She was suppose to be mine...forever.
Thats when she looked at me. Her plump 粉, 粉色 lips twiched the slightest. Then shock overtook her features as she reconized the 19- year-old boy she use to love. But that's just it. She USE to 爱情 me, but I still loved her. Not even the Marines could stop that, not the 4 years I've spent away changed that. She was still my life.
He was hers.
Seeing her again hurt. Hurt 更多 then when I broke my arm in fourth grade, 更多 then when my older brother hit me above the eyebrow and busted my skin open and needed stiches.
Her with him was a dager through my heart. She was suppose to be mine...forever.
Thats when she looked at me. Her plump 粉, 粉色 lips twiched the slightest. Then shock overtook her features as she reconized the 19- year-old boy she use to love. But that's just it. She USE to 爱情 me, but I still loved her. Not even the Marines could stop that, not the 4 years I've spent away changed that. She was still my life.
He was hers.
I believe I can fly
Take to the sky
Be all that I’m going to be
See all that I’m going to see
你 can’t hold me back
With me, there’s nothing to lack
So take a seat
Don’t miss a beat
And watch us fly
Right on by
In a jet 或者 a plane
There’s no way that we’re sane
So sit on back
Try not to hack
Enjoy the view
Don’t miss your Que
To start on flying
Without dying
‘Cause we believe we can fly
As we take to the sky
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many times i think we feel the weight of the world is on our shoulders, but i know that there are times when 你 can feel as light as a feather and as though 你 can fly and take on the whole world. i wrote this in one of those moods and hope 你 liked it.
Take to the sky
Be all that I’m going to be
See all that I’m going to see
你 can’t hold me back
With me, there’s nothing to lack
So take a seat
Don’t miss a beat
And watch us fly
Right on by
In a jet 或者 a plane
There’s no way that we’re sane
So sit on back
Try not to hack
Enjoy the view
Don’t miss your Que
To start on flying
Without dying
‘Cause we believe we can fly
As we take to the sky
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many times i think we feel the weight of the world is on our shoulders, but i know that there are times when 你 can feel as light as a feather and as though 你 can fly and take on the whole world. i wrote this in one of those moods and hope 你 liked it.
Diem Mirabilis
Morning:
for Morning is made
of mysteries and uncertainties
the hopes of beginnings
the risks of unknowns
the potential for greatness
或者 failure
Midday:
for Midday is the height
of the glory of the sun
the climax of twenty-four hours
the brightness that blinds and clarifies
the 答案 once hidden
now unveiled
Sunset:
for Sunset arrives
with the final shift of the sky
the afterglow of the triumph
the sweetness of the last drop
the closing chapter of a story
and the beginning...
of a new one.
This is a small poem I wrote a while back.I hope 你 like it, please tell me what 你 think
Thank you
-Aurora
The Wind is cold against her skin
Numbing her body perfectly,
Erasing the pain she knew all to well
Escaping her problems if only for a moment
The chill of the breeze whispering to her
"Just do it" it taunted, "You know 你 want to"
Each time, the voice got louder
Beckoning her to let go, end it all
Was it worth it
Some would say no
But to her it was everything
Yet the voices called to her
"Let go, Let got, ... Let Go"
Thank you
-Aurora
The Wind is cold against her skin
Numbing her body perfectly,
Erasing the pain she knew all to well
Escaping her problems if only for a moment
The chill of the breeze whispering to her
"Just do it" it taunted, "You know 你 want to"
Each time, the voice got louder
Beckoning her to let go, end it all
Was it worth it
Some would say no
But to her it was everything
Yet the voices called to her
"Let go, Let got, ... Let Go"