Transparency feels like an empty building, Abandoned imagination, Where joy used to spread, Like dye on silk, Now erased. Transparency, Forgotten everything, Except Itself.
Transparency feels like an empty building, Abandoned imagination, Where joy used to spread, Like dye on silk, Now erased. Transparency, Forgotten everything, Except Itself.
Rain falls like numbers, never ending, for both qualities go right back up. Adding, rising subtracting, falling multiplying, evaporating dividing, repeating. Snow falls like the alphabet.
Night ends like a play the blinds close the viewers applaud I hop into bed and The scene ends the curtains open once more, And a singer waltzes on stage, She sings a Lullaby, Gently, gently, singing as I doze off to sleep Erased from life, Then, the dreams come in, gone
Fresh lavender tastes like homemade sorbet, with thick, cold creaminess, golden like my mom makes, too good to resist like deep lavender I smell in my mom’s perfume.
Silk is like night, in the beginning, soft cool and sweet, or, as a red stain dark and threatening, dark on white like the moon at night with only two colors there forever.
Night ends like a play the blinds close the viewers applaud I hop into bed and The scene ends. The curtains open once more, a singer waltzes on stage, She sings a Lullaby, Gently, gently, singing as I doze off to sleep Erased from life, Then, the dreams come in, gone.
Rain falls like numbers, never ending, for both qualities go right back up. Adding, rising subtracting, falling multiplying, evaporating dividing, repeating. Snow falls like the alphabet.
Transparency feels like an empty building, Abandoned imagination, Where joy used to spread, Like dye on silk, Now erased. Transparency, Forgotten everything, Except Itself.
Eagles are like Seahorses, gliding in the air and under water the graceful bird swoops down to the ocean and calls “want to play?” but Seahorse just races along swift fully and tries to get to the end of the ocean.
Rain falls like petals from a flower, crystal like drops are free to explore, delicate, gentle pillow petals, dance from top to bottom, revealing its different colors, hitting the ground ever so softly. I wish I could be like them, but thats just a dream. P.R.
I am a snow storm, dripping emotions, like a battle, fighting for life, or a joyful wedding, not seeing clearly. A tormented bees' nest, angry about little things that didn't even matter. An open door to life, welcoming in all kinds of ideas, free or captured, unprepaired P.R.
Crystal rocks dance, reminding me of a wet, fearsome, rainstorm. glimmering snow and deep puddles. So peaceful, and so soothing. trying to fall asleep, while listening to the rain pour on my window. Inviting everyone in, the world seems empty, as if there is none left. P.R.
31 comments:
Snow is like a lottery ticket,
Glittering comfort,
Surprises coming down in all directions,
You never know what you will get.
K.L.
Transparency feels like an empty building,
Abandoned imagination,
Where joy used to spread,
Like dye on silk,
Now erased.
Transparency,
Forgotten everything,
Except
Itself.
A.M
Transparency feels like an empty building,
Abandoned imagination,
Where joy used to spread,
Like dye on silk,
Now erased.
Transparency,
Forgotten everything,
Except
Itself.
A.M
Moon
acts like a prowling
cat,
with shining silver
eyes,
glowing in the
night.
Never seen in the
day,
both are creatures of the
night.
Rain falls like numbers,
never ending,
for both qualities go right back up.
Adding, rising
subtracting, falling
multiplying, evaporating
dividing, repeating.
Snow falls like the alphabet.
Night is like
day,
both their own
world,
both their own
day,
both are
alive.
T.P-B
Night ends like a play
the blinds close
the viewers applaud
I hop into bed and
The scene ends the curtains open once more,
And a singer waltzes on stage,
She sings a
Lullaby,
Gently, gently, singing as I doze off to sleep
Erased from life,
Then, the dreams come in,
gone
Fresh lavender
tastes like homemade sorbet, with thick, cold creaminess, golden like my mom makes,
too good to resist
like deep lavender
I smell in my mom’s
perfume.
A.P.
Silk is like night,
in the beginning, soft cool and sweet,
or, as a red stain
dark and threatening,
dark on white
like the moon at night
with only two colors
there
forever.
A.S.M.
Dew,
calm and clean
like a new day.
Ahead of me dropplets
slide down the blades
of the
wet
rainy
grass.
N. B.
Night ends like a play
the blinds close
the viewers applaud
I hop into bed and
The scene ends.
The curtains open once more,
a singer waltzes on stage,
She sings a
Lullaby,
Gently, gently, singing as I doze off to sleep
Erased from life,
Then, the dreams come in,
gone.
C.S.
Night is like
day,
both their own
world,
both their own
day,
both are
alive.
T.P-B
Rain falls like numbers,
never ending,
for both qualities go right back up.
Adding,
rising
subtracting,
falling
multiplying,
evaporating
dividing,
repeating.
Snow falls like the alphabet.
R. J.
Moon
acts like a prowling
cat
with shining silver
eyes
glowing in the
night.
Never seen in the
day,
both are creatures of the
night.
Transparency feels like an empty building,
Abandoned imagination,
Where joy used to spread,
Like dye on silk,
Now erased.
Transparency,
Forgotten everything,
Except
Itself.
A.M
Snow is like a lottery ticket,
Glittering comfort,
Surprises
coming
down
in
all
directions,
You never know what you will get.
K.L.
Trees are like dancers,
Gliding across
A dance floor.
With their branches
Waving like arms,
And leaves swaying
To the beat
Of the music.
C.B
Lavender feels like rain
Soft as fur,
Light as snow,
A magical aroma.
Like a garden,
Lavender is as
Free as a bird.
K.M.
Hi Rachel
Eagles are like Seahorses,
gliding in the air
and under water
the graceful bird swoops
down to the ocean
and calls
“want to play?”
but Seahorse just races
along swift fully
and tries to get to the end of the ocean.
R.W.
Rain falls like petals from a flower, crystal like drops are free to explore, delicate, gentle pillow petals, dance from top to bottom, revealing its different colors, hitting the ground ever so softly. I wish I could be like them, but thats just a dream.
P.R.
Trees are like dancers,
Gliding across
A dance floor.
With their branches
Waving like arms,
And leaves swaying
To the beat
Of the music.
C.B
Lavender feels like rain
Soft as fur,
Light as snow,
A magical aroma.
Like a garden,
Lavender is as
Free as a bird.
K.M.
Mountains stand high like giant upside down Thumbtacks with sharp pointy peaks,
Usually sat on, they relish your scream of pain.
A.E.J.
I am fire,
Snapping unexpectedly ,
alight with the smallest spark,
getting higher, until I’m
put
out.
A.F.
I am fire,
Snapping unexpectedly ,
alight with the smallest spark,
getting higher, until I’m
put
out.
I am a snow storm,
dripping emotions,
like a battle, fighting for life,
or a joyful wedding,
not seeing clearly.
A tormented bees' nest,
angry about little things
that didn't even matter.
An open door to life,
welcoming in all kinds of ideas,
free or captured,
unprepaired
P.R.
I am ice,
Slick, cool, and silent,
Like an endless frosty mirror,
Suddenly drowning you
In anger.
A.F.
I am chocolate chips.
I am sweetly shared by all.
I have good taste,
a never ending pleasure.
A.N.
I am plastic.
Sometimes
silent,
clear,
unnoticed,
useful, and
radiant.
A.N.
Crystal rocks dance,
reminding me of a wet, fearsome, rainstorm.
glimmering snow and deep puddles.
So peaceful,
and so soothing. trying to fall asleep, while listening to the rain pour on my window.
Inviting everyone in, the world seems empty,
as if there is none left.
P.R.
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