The storm that raged
In our cherished childhood
Felt like
a gentle caress carrying
the little flakes
the blessing of winter
with which we made our snowballs
and scooped out our angels
and built our snowman
Then we sled down the hill
That we had climbed
countless times before
and never after again
At the bottom we lay
down
and looked
up
at the white sky
Catching the icy drops
Cold but sweet
like hot chocolate but
like chocolate we soon
get tired of the
taste
Let’s go
you said
where
I asked
Home
but I like it here
Then stay
don’t leave
Goodbye
and you left in the middle
of the storm that was just beginning
to end
Your tr
What’s a wish?
Is it a star
That shines out of hope’s reach,
Something to stare at and admire
From afar?
Is it a tear
That drops into an ocean of seas,
Something that’s shed and lost
Through the years?
Is it a fire
That burns within the hearth,
Something that keeps kindling
Heart’s desire?
Maybe it’s a swan
Singing it’s last song,
For the lonely spirit
Weary for too long
Maybe it’s a seed
That waits in the ground
For life-giving Spring
To come around.
Or maybe it’s a plane
Folded by tender hands
Thrown by a child
Who hopes it never lands.
I think it’s all of those things
When
Careless Winter
Winter wasn’t so cold this year,
When the birds flew off
And we left our homes
To meet beneath
The barren maples.
A few leaves still clung on,
Fading into vibrant colors
Before drifting down to
Where you waited
To catch them.
I said that,
It’s better to let them
Come down on their own
And enjoy the scenery
Laid out before us.
You told me,
That we don’t have time
To watch and wait
For everything to fall
And to fall with them.
.
I wanted to stay anyway,
So I asked
For a whispered blessing
That you held back
With your paling smile.
The sun dropped down,
And you answered
My forlorn plea
By singing a so
I wonder if it’ll ever stop.
This flood that keeps pouring down
Without a care for those below
Maybe it’s trying to wash away
All the burdens of this world
And the salty tears that come with them.
I kind of like it sometimes.
There’s a calming rhythm
In the dripping symphony.
But the sun needs to come back
Before everyone drowns
In this misty lethargy.
It still won’t listen to me
Even when I stand outside
And scream until my heart cries.
If I wait here long enough
I might learn to bear it
Or else die in this coldness.
The sun drops beneath the valley
Where the sleeping lilies lie.
A lazy snaking river flows
Past the banks of pearly pebbles.
Wild winds rustle through fresh orchards
Knocking down newly ripe apples.
Reaching down to feel the dewy grass,
You would think that this is paradise.
Running down the platform,
Pushing aside the crowds,
I kept you in my sight
For five seconds longer.
In that short time I thought
Maybe I should have learned
To say goodbye instead.
Rain falls in the barren meadow,
Wetting the fields of dirt and dust;
And all that can be heard and said,
Are drowned by the churning waters
Buried beneath the sea of mud.
The North Wind races through the sky,
Blowing away the wistful clouds
And beckoning in the dry frost,
That stops sorrow and mirth alike,
Blanketed under the pure snow
Rays of light pierce the frosted sky,
Drying up the innocent yearning
And warming up the frozen hopes,
That melt and become bitter tears,
Swallowed up by the thirsty land.
It was here that I found a flower,
That had bloomed too soon or too late
To receive the blessings of Spring.
The petals have long
The two of them were sitting a hand's length apart, under the broad maple that let slivers of sunlight slip in between the brittle leaves. The grass beneath them was still moist from the morning's dew, providing a soft cushion that seeped away weariness. A playful wind was in the air, occasionally passing by to rustle the leaves in the tree, some of which fell and drifted slowly to the ground in a light shower of red and orange.
One of them leaned back against the trunk of the maple, letting it support her fully. She spoke, her words faltering in the air.
"It's not fair, you know. I was finally beginning to understand you."
The boy sittin
The Beginning
It's always difficult to start from the beginning, to create something out of nothing. It would be nice if you could just pick off where someone else left off, just go along with something that's already been established. It's kind of frightening to think that there's something out that no one knows about yet, and you have to be the one to introduce it into the world. When you take the first step onto a path in a forest, the first step towards the edge of the water, and write the first word on a piece of paper, there's a sense of hesitation. The beginning's the easiest place to turn back from, to stop what you're doing and just
The storm that raged
In our cherished childhood
Felt like
a gentle caress carrying
the little flakes
the blessing of winter
with which we made our snowballs
and scooped out our angels
and built our snowman
Then we sled down the hill
That we had climbed
countless times before
and never after again
At the bottom we lay
down
and looked
up
at the white sky
Catching the icy drops
Cold but sweet
like hot chocolate but
like chocolate we soon
get tired of the
taste
Let’s go
you said
where
I asked
Home
but I like it here
Then stay
don’t leave
Goodbye
and you left in the middle
of the storm that was just beginning
to end
Your tr
What’s a wish?
Is it a star
That shines out of hope’s reach,
Something to stare at and admire
From afar?
Is it a tear
That drops into an ocean of seas,
Something that’s shed and lost
Through the years?
Is it a fire
That burns within the hearth,
Something that keeps kindling
Heart’s desire?
Maybe it’s a swan
Singing it’s last song,
For the lonely spirit
Weary for too long
Maybe it’s a seed
That waits in the ground
For life-giving Spring
To come around.
Or maybe it’s a plane
Folded by tender hands
Thrown by a child
Who hopes it never lands.
I think it’s all of those things
When
Careless Winter
Winter wasn’t so cold this year,
When the birds flew off
And we left our homes
To meet beneath
The barren maples.
A few leaves still clung on,
Fading into vibrant colors
Before drifting down to
Where you waited
To catch them.
I said that,
It’s better to let them
Come down on their own
And enjoy the scenery
Laid out before us.
You told me,
That we don’t have time
To watch and wait
For everything to fall
And to fall with them.
.
I wanted to stay anyway,
So I asked
For a whispered blessing
That you held back
With your paling smile.
The sun dropped down,
And you answered
My forlorn plea
By singing a so
I wonder if it’ll ever stop.
This flood that keeps pouring down
Without a care for those below
Maybe it’s trying to wash away
All the burdens of this world
And the salty tears that come with them.
I kind of like it sometimes.
There’s a calming rhythm
In the dripping symphony.
But the sun needs to come back
Before everyone drowns
In this misty lethargy.
It still won’t listen to me
Even when I stand outside
And scream until my heart cries.
If I wait here long enough
I might learn to bear it
Or else die in this coldness.
The sun drops beneath the valley
Where the sleeping lilies lie.
A lazy snaking river flows
Past the banks of pearly pebbles.
Wild winds rustle through fresh orchards
Knocking down newly ripe apples.
Reaching down to feel the dewy grass,
You would think that this is paradise.
Running down the platform,
Pushing aside the crowds,
I kept you in my sight
For five seconds longer.
In that short time I thought
Maybe I should have learned
To say goodbye instead.
Rain falls in the barren meadow,
Wetting the fields of dirt and dust;
And all that can be heard and said,
Are drowned by the churning waters
Buried beneath the sea of mud.
The North Wind races through the sky,
Blowing away the wistful clouds
And beckoning in the dry frost,
That stops sorrow and mirth alike,
Blanketed under the pure snow
Rays of light pierce the frosted sky,
Drying up the innocent yearning
And warming up the frozen hopes,
That melt and become bitter tears,
Swallowed up by the thirsty land.
It was here that I found a flower,
That had bloomed too soon or too late
To receive the blessings of Spring.
The petals have long
The two of them were sitting a hand's length apart, under the broad maple that let slivers of sunlight slip in between the brittle leaves. The grass beneath them was still moist from the morning's dew, providing a soft cushion that seeped away weariness. A playful wind was in the air, occasionally passing by to rustle the leaves in the tree, some of which fell and drifted slowly to the ground in a light shower of red and orange.
One of them leaned back against the trunk of the maple, letting it support her fully. She spoke, her words faltering in the air.
"It's not fair, you know. I was finally beginning to understand you."
The boy sittin
The Beginning
It's always difficult to start from the beginning, to create something out of nothing. It would be nice if you could just pick off where someone else left off, just go along with something that's already been established. It's kind of frightening to think that there's something out that no one knows about yet, and you have to be the one to introduce it into the world. When you take the first step onto a path in a forest, the first step towards the edge of the water, and write the first word on a piece of paper, there's a sense of hesitation. The beginning's the easiest place to turn back from, to stop what you're doing and just
Who I am : A college student studying literature What I do here: Write a little, read and learn from the works of others. Where I am: Currently located in Oregon. Why I'm here: Because writing is cool and art is cool too.
Favourite Movies
Frozen
Favourite TV Shows
Game of Thrones
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Yellowcard, Tschaikovsky, Beethoven, Simon and Garfunkel,
Hi there! Thanks for dropping by I am doing quite well and I'm starting to get back into writing and trying out a little bit of drawing. How about you?
That's nice! So you didn't write for some time? I also didn't. Just today wrote a journal to cheer people up. What do you usually draw? ^o^ I ams orry if it is noisy but do you speak German, due to your nickname being so? I am OK but insomniac.