They tell me lies.

Every little thing anyone has ever said behind my back.

The good.

The bad.

Sure maybe I asked for it.

With my rolling eyes.

But soft spoken words.

They tell me what I truly think of myself.

Filled with insecurities.

And regrets.

Standing in front of the mirror.

I hear the whispers the strongest.

Hits me hard late at night.

Tells me to do this and do that.

That e...

Whispering softly

I hear the wind in my ear

Hold on

It says

Keep going

It says

Whispering softly

I see the sun bend down to me

**There’s more out there **

It says

**There are endless possibilities **

It says

Whispering softly

The stars stare back at me with a look I can’t ignore

**There is beauty out there **

It says

**One day you’ll see it for yourself **

It says

Whispering so...

A madman wields an ax,

Craving the music of blade meeting bone—

Carving in the base of the tree of knowledge of good and evil,

The long-awaited resolution to the prophecy:

The madwoman that waves her quill,

Words within her that yield dark forces—

She writes what she held on her tongue,

Spitfire loose cannons,

If the slanderous chatter cannot be said with one breath—

There she blows,

Page smoki...

I’m in a field

Of glowing gold

Sky clear and blue

The wind so gentle

The wind so very soft

We talk all day in a quite voice

These days are all so tranquil

The world is at peace

The flowers abloom

So come and talk

To the wind to...

I heard a whisper once

Maybe it was the sound of my own breath

Or the hope of something more.

I heard the whisper again

This time more agile and infuriated

More or less,it was heard.

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I hear the whisper frequently

So much going on in my brain

Yet its the only thing to make me feel sane.

**

I hear the whisper ongoingly and ever-flowingly.

Now yearned and wanted more then ever before

for ...

The wind blows

With it comes whispers

It talks to the people

It helps the earth

Everyone uses it

And yet it has a darkness

That only I can see

It causes destruction

Trees blown over

Houses ruined

But the people

Still think it’s a blessing it have

But the wind talks among themselves

They know what they are doing

They are calling it

Whispers on the wind...

Wishes, whispers, wonders.

I wish for a day

Where everything felt normal

I wish for a day

Where My brain would work

I wish for a day

In which my hody wouldnt hurt

I wish for a day

Where Nothing felt horrible

I blow out the candles

And send my wishes to the wind

I whisper about

A life thats changed

I whisper about

A life that wasnt the same

I whisper About

dreams and desires

I whisper about...

Whispers on the wind

cold and dull

warm and sun

listening closely

like a voice from your soul

calling for you too come back

always keeping you near

close by

guarding you

but you leave still

and everything goes away

more shades of gray than expected

sadness fills your lungs

you can’t breathe

your heart aches for more

but you’re standing still

waiting for a miracle...

The whispers in the wind ruffled the fur of the quiet dog sitting on the front porch of his late owner’s house. The sun had begin to come up behind the light grey winter clouds, but he kept his head low on his front paws, wondering what he was to do with his life now that his Sami was gone.

The house had been empty of humans the last couple of days. Someone passed by yesterday, maybe, to put some...

Why

Why do I feel so unloved?

You give me the world

You love me

So purely

Am I really the problem?

What’s wrong

I feel like drowning

And becoming one with the wind

Just become the whispers in the wind…....