The silence in a place where cars pass every thirty minutes to and hour,
where there is not a taste of snow in the winter,
as I sit in a red chair in the still dark of the night,
everyone sleeping or otherwise too drunk to even know the time.
I sit where no one can see me, alone, I stare at the sky,
the dark blue night to which it entertains me for just a while.
Be it satellites or stars, I see them,
if there is a moon let it take me to dream of another world, in another place and time.
Closing my eyes I smell some freshness in the air, feel the chill of the morning.
As I open my eyes, I'm back again staring at the sky, listening to the soundtracks of crickets, and for a moment the stillness of the night.
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Author's Note: It's about time I posted new things... This for my Senpai =) To realize a love that you never had, Dated: 9/22/08 All I hear are words Author's Note: To Fall. Red Ribbons float everywhere Author's Note: For those who run away. Author's Note: I wasn't going to post this, but a friend found it melancholy, as if she saw a pain that never left, so I decided to post it. It's the longest poem I have ever written in my life. I don't expect you to figure out why I wrote this. If you know who this is for and why, I don't expect you to tell me. There is no game of guessing, no pretending, just the truth, the pure truth. Author's Note: I felt like writing about sewing and stitching. Inspiration sometimes comes out of nowhere and you write on... |
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