I write based on heart. I love based on thought. I think based on truth.
Green and grand, Lies in your hand. Mist and smoke Barriers they evoke. Do you see the hidden branches? I sense hidden glances.
By Mihaela Vasileva4 years ago in Poets
In her plight, she searched. With courage, she surged. In moments, she was frozen. Heart was easily broken.
There was once a woman, Standing by the sea. She would glance over here and there, And then, she'd glance at me. She'd walk on over, gently and with grace.
Six A.M. The sweat was already making its way down your nose and forehead. Your feet: exhausted. Your ankles: beat.
You begin to feel it when you pick up the pen. Upon your mind hung the confessions, the secrets, the tales, the mistakes,
Call me Happy, for I know no other name at present. I used to think that such a name could only be found in fairytales or children's stories
As I sit on the great, big porch, My fingers wrap around a bright red torch. Its flames give way to a demonic light. I must put it away and keep it out of sight.
Somehow, I became the undercover story. Someone, somewhere, wanted to know who I was and where I was hiding. The latter was simple to answer
Hello, my friend. It's been a while. To be honest, I've missed your smile. Or the way that you move in between all the things and spaces I've seen.
Isn't it wonderful to see, How beautifully the lights, Light up with thee. Your presence brings all the joy to my world.
Much like yesterday, you were aware of the fact that things don't stop existing until you closed your eyes to them. Much like yesterday,
See how the lillies grow. Beautiful smiles and colours they show. See how the trees burst with round fruit. The rasberries too, follow in suit.