Pink clouds

Orange sky’s

Blue fonts

Laid-back people

Shining the sun

More or less

Flying birds

Flying across us

Flying towards me

Flying to my heart

Fight or flight you ask

Ride or die I am

Sad nor sorrow

Happy like lads

Stuck like glue

Stuck from you

Runing along

Catching up

Floating and so on

I kept you in mind

To see the signs

My heart flys right past

With the birds of a...

“Here,” He said, handing me a s’more.

“Thanks,” I flashed my teeth at him. It smelt delicious.

“Do you always come here?” I ask.

“Not all the time, but this view is incredible, so I find time to sneak away and come here.”

“Is this where you’ve been the whole time? I thought you were cheating on me.”

“Never,” He smiled sincerely, then reached out to grab my hand, intertwining our hands to...

sometimes i wonder if we’ve been lied to

and the sky is really just a giant painting

and that plane isn’t actually moving

it’s simply pinned up there, tiny,

and the people are little stick figures

and if i could fly

i would soar higher and higher,

until my hands grazed the sky

and it’d be a giant watercolor canvas....

You can see the beautiful colorations of the sunset as the birds sing their good night song.

The wind blows in your face as your walking down the path.

Then it’s dark, and the birds have ended their song....

Look upon the sky.

It's peaceful ain't it?

Ever wonder where's your peacefully time?

The suffering you can go through just by a day.

Feeling like you beneath someone?

Stare into the sky.

It's beautiful.

You're beautiful in your own way.

Whenever you feel like you're not.

Tell your self that every day.

Just by staring at the sky by dawn.

Want to know why it's peaceful?

The quietness.

The times you ...

My life can be use against me ppl they talk about me I just walking away today weak ppl are talking about my family and my sister and ppl are I just want me to yelling at ppl why that’s the problem why...

Wind sweeps over my feet

The fresh sun warms my face

I am still

Listening to the birds

I fill all gazes with my beauty

While aging peacefully...

My day is going very well and sometimes I get lost and the night everyone is dependent on me you and those who love me will never leave I’m trying to get my life together sometimes gotta do let go and let god work it out and ingroning those who get to me stay away form them and listen to me...

Slowing tides

He shows His distance

‘I have to leave, again.’

Subtly the moon whispers: ‘I’m still here.

Allow me to hold those tears

I’ve been collecting them all in a mason jar

from the lovers the grievers all the beasts of the season.

When your love returns, my Dear then will I set free those tears,

the oceans now full of all’s despair.

New life will form, your roots firm, earlier will co...

A life in a world of work is filled with short hours of happiness and long hours of labour, the skills will require motivation and fake happiness to capture short happiness with short friendship and enemy preying upon our prize. This brings us to a our mission of short life....