A dream achieved during those Summer days
All life revived, restored, includes my soul
A host of parties, all I do is play
Success, hard work, deserved, I've reached my goals
Apollo brings his chariot around
Midday, too hot, we take to Lake of George
We swim, we eat, we drink and dance to sound
A beautiful time, now friendships are forged
The orb up high, it dims, so we return
The lodge, a place to celebrate some more
The vault it shines galore as firewood burns
Some stories shared — we're dancing on the floor
The night went well like all the other ones
But I want something deeper than just fun
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SocrateZ
An old soul trying to understand the human experience through writing.
Fragile
Fragile is the glass-craft heart. So easily shattered upon the ceaseless sands of broken dreams. In your hand you once did hold, a power most obscene. And yet you did, with knowing force, upon the ground it shatter. Did not you once think, in your wildest revery, that your own dear self might be cut?
By Alexander McEvoy5 days ago in Poets
Perfect Little Pirate
The rough, sodden rope bit into her fingers as she swung over the roiling water far below. Reaching out with the toe of her boot, she managed to catch hold of the rain-soaked railing of the ship- and promptly slipped. Throwing herself forward, she landed hard on the deck, slamming her elbows against the wood planks. The sharp yelp of pain quickly bubbled into a laugh, and she rolled onto her back, laughing up at the gray sky as a torrent of rain washed away the soot covering her skin.
By M. A. Mehan 7 days ago in Fiction
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