I love reading I use reading as a escape and to relax when I want to just be myself and put myself into the story
I am technically a bookworm and everyone have rarely seen me without a book by my side if I am able to have one.
Just give me a book and I'll read it, as long it's in English, and...
I love reading peoples profiles to find out what they like, and sometimes you see things that make you laugh and others you are like hmmmm interesting.
poetry is a beautiful thing. i love rhyming poetry. i used to write a lot of it and i was so good at it. the words would just pop in to my head so easily
My view on poetry
I can rhyme but trying to rhyme all the time gets corny
And Being too profound can get you lost in the story
Wordplay is optional a metaphor can help
"As it comes when we least expect it, like a wave, Or like the shadow of several waves, one after the next, Becoming singular as the face of someone who rose and fell apart at the...
I've been reading Neruda again. *swoon*
Just like some Catholic boy choir songs, I really enjoy negro spirituals now. I accidentally turned the radio station the other day and heard a choir singing and it was so...
``THE STORYTELLER'S CRY``
I'll start down with your pretty face
chase it to the darkest space
i'll listen to your silent fear
coming near you like the morning veils
I'll slumber in...
Dark Concrete Paths
As the afternoon sun turned dim
Shining palely upon the streets
And upon shadowy dives
Like rivers of painted greys slim
Like slick thin steel knives
Dreams, they weave patterns in the breeze
Seeping through your hair,
They wash away the grease.
Purifying the small blue river within
It flows on and on, who cares about the sin...
Do so many people actually write poetry, looking at their experiences? It's kind of hard to believe, man.
Call it what he will...dark, lousy, sappy, mediocre, political, etc...I call it bright, inspiring, beautiful, brilliant, etc.....
....L❤️VE his writing...YES I DO!!
I love your eyes when you had first look at me
I love your lips movement when you were whispering about me *-* ^_^
Like the winds of change
flowing through the trees
I can no longer feel your love for me..
your beautiful heart that would beat so strong
Every time we would meet, is now heard...
The blooming mist, moist and black
Hugs our wrists, like an iron tack.
Our eyes lock onto each others'
Like two rays intertwining
In the surroundings of unknown...
A Tale of Windswept Mysteries
Thrusting myself upon the unknown
Tearing away straws of plants full-grown
The nature's beryl stands tall with a charming little sapphire
I'm sorry if you think this is horrible. I don't think this is the best I've written myself.
Strangled by a Curse
Cries shatter the eerie silence
Lonesome tombs, at rest but...