I AM SMOKE

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I am smoke.

I am air.

Watch me fly

Through the air.

Hold my breath,

Head held high,

You are alive

And so am I.

MOTHER EARTH

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Red is the grass beneath me.

Dry is the air I must breathe.

Roots spiral from my battered core.

The earth will shelter and protect me.

I will flourish in this forsaken place.

LEAVE THE DARKNESS BEHIND

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Alice Svane

Let the sun inside.

Don’t live in darkness.

Let the light into your heart.

It can be done.

Open the window.

Breathe the fresh air.

Walk outside.

Leave the darkness behind.

ALIVE

Source:menpale

I am smoke.

I am air.

Watch me fly.

Through the air.

I hold my breath.

Head held high.

You are alive.

And so am I.

ALIVE

Source:menpale 

I am smoke.

I am air.

Watch me fly.

Through the air.

Hold my breath.

Head held high.

You are alive.

And so am I.

FREE FALL THROUGH SPACE

What does it feel like?

To free fall

through the air.

To let yourself go

to the feeling.

To step back and jump.

Nothing but air

until you hit the water.

To believe in yourself.

To believe in the water

to cushion your fall.

Freedom.

An escape from life.

An escape from reality.

What does it feel like?

I’ll let you know

after I hit the water.

BLUE DEPTHS

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BLUE DEPTHS

Falling to the deep.

I cannot find sleep.

I thrash in the cold.

In the devil’s hold.

Water covers my face.

A dark and creepy place.

I struggle for air.

Current takes my hair.

I’m drowning in my bed.

It is all in my head.

SOLITUDE

SOLITUDE

A rare commodity is solitude.
It can be easily misunderstood.
To be all alone with no one else around.
You can do this in the air or on the ground.
You can sail off in the blue sea,
Or hop on a plane without me.
We can all use some time alone.
Without T.V. or telephone.
Time to think about your goal.
You will come back feeling whole.

THE DICTATES OF OLD MAN WINTER

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The epic battle of the seasons.
Old man winter tries to
erase all signs of Fall.
He covers the ground
with his icy cold snow.
But Fall holds her leaves close
to her body and her heart.
Some have fallen,
lone casualties of war.
The battle rages
on the ground,
in the air,
and in the water.
Fall will have to succumb
to the dictates of Old man winter.
She has no choice.
But she puts up a valiant battle.
She will be back after Summer
finishes heating the earth.
Farewell.
We’ll see you soon.

FOOTSTEPS

Do we dare?
Dare to walk in the snow.
Climb the rocks.
Slide down the slopes.
Feel the cold on our faces.
The wind hitting our bodies.
The brisk nip in the air.
Should we?
Someone else has done it,
while we’ve been procrastinating.
Do it now.

THE PERFECT MELODY

The air feels heavy.
Laden with moisture.
Clouds roll in.
The sky grows darker.
Then you hear the first drops.
The water pounding on the roof
in a staccato melody of its own.
Pound, pound, pound.
Tap, tap, tap.
The rain washes our streets
and clears our minds.
Preparing us for a new day.

A SOFT SHADOW IN THE WIND

A beautiful castle.
Could it be haunted?
Do people live there?
What about the people
who lived there in the past?
Are their memories alive in the walls?
Do ghosts wander the halls at night?
In my imagination, they do.
They come back to relive their pasts.
Sounds of laughter and music
can be heard in the night air.
Moonlight shines on their auras.
Auras that remain for years to come.
Sounds good to me.
I want to be remembered like that.
A soft shadow in the wind that
returns at night to see the moon.

TO DREAM

flowersgardenlove:

Rose path Beautiful gorgeous pretty flowers

Wouldn’t it be nice if each path in life
resembled a paradise with flowers?
No matter which path we choose,
we would be surrounded by roses.
Sunshine on our faces.
The perfume of flowers in the air.
The sound of birds chirping all around us.
It’s nice to dream.

LOST IN THE STORM

The storm is approaching the shore.
I can feel the dampness in the air.
The mist spraying against my face.
Strands of hair lifting in the wind.
The rumbling of thunder in the distance.
Flashes of light crossing the darkening sky.
Yes, I can feel it.
It’s almost here.

A NEW DAY

Rain washes away all impurities.
It leaves the ground fresh and new.
The fragrance of grass and flowers
floats in the clean air.
A good time to create and write.
A good time to start anew.
A new day for all.

A ROOM WITH A VIEW

brutalgeneration:

A ROOM WITH A VIEW
A NICE VIEW TO WAKE UP TO EACH MORNING.
FAR FROM BUILDINGS AND PEOPLE.
TO BE ABLE TO BREATHE IN CLEAN AIR AND
FEEL FRESH BREEZES AGAINST YOUR FACE.
I BELIEVE I WOULD LIKE THAT.