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Where is my time?

As I go on the weeks seem shorter. Days fly by without my notice. Where on earth did the time go? It seems just yesterday I was free and wild. Now I feel constrained by expectations. Not long ago I had no cares. Now I’m weighed down by anxieties. The future is coming quickly on… … Continue reading Where is my time?

His Poetry Soul

He was a beautiful thing… With his daydream eyes, and his poetry soul. She wanted to learn him, word for word. To recite him to the sky as one does a song. To decipher his deepest meanings… and paint pictures ‘round his letters.

Dear Imaginary Love,

I hate that I fall in love so easily… I fall in love with clouds, and the way the sun drifting down turns them into cotton candy. I fall in love with the way the breeze tickles the leaves in the trees, causing them to twirl and dance. I fall in love with the way … Continue reading Dear Imaginary Love,

By the Seaside

Dance with the waves, move with the sea. Let the rhythm of the water set your soul free. Christy Ann Martine

City Lights

Not even the stars are visible, as the city shines it’s ray against the shadows. J. M. Lilin, Writer in the City

Stone Angel

A poem.

I saw a picture of a stone angel today, and it inspired me to write this poem.

Capsized

This is the continuation of the post Leaving Concordia . If you haven’t read that yet, you may want to.

An Empty Room

An empty room is sad without heart or soul Echoes in the quiet dark and all alone An empty room is black Ebony and grey Nothing to cast the shadows Yet no light to chase them away An empty room is lonely No one to keep it warm No voices break the silence No one … Continue reading An Empty Room

The City in my Head

Tall bright towers Yellow sunflowers I could waste all the hours  In the city in my head  Shining lakes of glass And watching clouds pass Fields of green grass in the city in my head  But now the sky is grey The trees oh how they sway  do they take me away From the city … Continue reading The City in my Head

My Perfect Little Town

I want to live in a small little town, with shops all packed together. Quaint little shops, the ones where you never know what odd little trinket you may find. I want there to be a bookstore. One that is stuffed to the seams with books. Books in every nook and cranny, falling off the … Continue reading My Perfect Little Town