I've been writing for years. Not always great... but it means a lot to me
Our bodies will never forget the day When we were young and innocent. Where from sun to moon all day we’d play In that winter playground.
By Joshua Lino-da Costa5 years ago in Poets
The open plains of freedom lay For all I know to run through The night too scared to threaten day. The picture may not be for all to see
They come to see what is not there The light that passes from everywhere And in a line they seek to find The answer to all of human kind.
I love a tale of stories untold Of bodies forgotten through memories old. The hard working man with money for none Whilst the sloth up top spends money for fun.
The street looks the same As it did two years ago. But it is not the same. The leaves have left the trees As the water left the clouds
Discipline is not the compliance of rules, It is knowing when you can break them. Only you can tell what is right. The way no two trees grow in unison
Would you smile when I told a joke? Would you hurt when my heart broke? Would you run if I needed you help? Would you put me above yourself?
I’d go running through any airport Just to hold your hand. I’d listen to every word you say Just to understand. I’d fly further than the next life
Every petal has a story, A story it wants to tell. Every flower has a value Too precious that to sell. From budding green it seeks to fight
What shall I seek if not perfection from a city that can teach me only this; That there is no such a thing as perfection. To glisten under sunlit rays,
They say he waits for your mistakes That the darkness clouds his mind And patiently lurking behind he waits For the moment he can wander out
A rainbow comes when two opposites meet An unlikely find, but a beautiful greet. A time where obvious fails to shine When enemies talk and stars align.