Rain is falling through the roof, and all that prospered under the sun.
Half the day lost, staring at this window. In signing and dismay.
The rain tastes like salt, and rises in the streets like a ruinous tide.
We spoke of hours and hours; we [...]
Thinking of me kneeling in the grass among fallen blossoms, Felt sad looking at fallen blossoms, But nature will do such things from time to time.
When I am not present, how could something significant occur?
Circling my room, impatient with my blossoming, tired of the neat house, the made [...]
Somehow I get into my room,
I lie on the bed for hours after school
my pulse beat is so slow I think I’m dead.
I have nothing to say, nothing to do for the moment.
I keep my eyes shut.
Feeling myself recharged, I slowly open my eyes.
I wander around the house, [...]
When I look at the sky now, I look at it for you.
I don’t know if we’re in the beginning or in the final stage.
They say the ice will hold so there I go, forced to believe them by my act of trusting people,
Stepping out on it
What torture lurks within [...]
My Life, is like a marble rock,
I found it, and it got into my soul,
I kept it myself, kept into my soul,
An empty soul, like space;
I named that space, My Life.
The trees flare briefly like,
The candles on a cake,
As the sun went down [...]
If I were a mouse,
And wanted a house,
I think I would choose
A house as big as a golf course.
With every single thing-
A mother and a father and sister,
And a front-door bell to ring.
A dining room and kitchen,
Some bedrooms and a hall,
But the math book in [...]
I hope, I fear, resolved, and yet I doubt, I’m cold as ice, and yet I burn as fire; We hear our hearts grate on themselves: I kill To bruise them dearer. Yet the rebellious wills Of us we do bid God bend to him even so. Whilst I embraced the shadow of my [...]
Who am I Cento Poem…
On the Topic of
My 10 Moments of Happiness
1st Moment-Surrounded by Nature
“The sun does arise. And make happy the skies; The merry-bells ring To welcome the Spring”
2nd Moment-Daydreaming in Class
“Twas brilling, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: [...]