So let's dance with no music, and sing our song into the wind.
Let's be brighter than anticipated.
Let's dazzle them with brilliance.
Hold tight to your flowers, sprouting endlessly for you alone.
Drown? Never.
We won't swim, we'll fly.
The colours blur past us, we're just on another level.
If I don't like this world, I'll make my own.
That's the power we posses.
Power flows through our gilded veins, you are a devastating force.
Let's catch ourselves some stars.
We can make our crowns from them.
We are much stronger now, this time no one can take it from us.
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Sydney Scarlet
I'm an aries with anxiety.
I write fantasy, poetry, memories, and thoughts.
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Seasons Splendors
My favorite chunk of time in the year is late summer to winter, you know why? It's because of all of the fun things and beautiful memories I’ve built around these times. Like in summer, our picnics on the biggest hill in the city when the sun was at its golden hour or the long road trips to see your favorite band play, where you listen to good music and stop to take pictures every five minutes. I remember driving around the city at night with all the windows down and my friends all crammed over capacity in the back of my car, our laughs echoed in the streets and I’d never been so free. I love the big bon fires you do at the end of summer. Ice cream dates where you get to sit on the roof and watch those gorgeous pink and orange sunsets. There’s so much to love about those last summer days, when it's cool at night and the sun is shuffling through the leaves in the trees. They are filled with the perfect sun for getting a tan down at the river, go tubing at the lake, BBQs and cookouts with your family and your skin always seems to smell a little tropical no matter how much you shower. The summer time is amazing but for me personally they are more than lake days and camping trips. They are blindingly wonderful summer loves, playing grounders with your friends at midnight on an old school playground, climbing up the cut banks to watch the city, playing pool and laughing at how awful everyone is at the game. It a time for memories and a time to have your head in the clouds, summer time will always hold a special place in my heart.
By Sydney Scarlet5 years ago in Poets
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