Will you?imagine me being your loyal, glowing lightWill you? in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
'cause i can't imagine it if you leave my side
seeking for reasons in the air with flying kites
for if you walk away there's a fear in my heart.
Revolve...There have to be times... When your heart is dealing with your mind. Where you are not sure which to believe and what to trust. When your emotions are having issue with your mixed feelings. And everything suddenly makes you confuse. Sleeping with your heart racing at night, waking up with your mind exploding in the morningRevolve... in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
For there must be times... When someone will take our hand and lead us to the world of heaven. Where real love is everywhere. And fantasy of a lifetime turned into a real-life fairy tale. When the hatred that caused you to suffer has faded away. Leaving behind scars with no marks. And when everything seems so beautiful, never forget the pain that make you alive once. Smile and pray for the rest of us that's still trapped in the feeling.
'Cause there are times... When everything must change. Where remembrance will be forgotten. And the memories exchanged itself. When this happen, we must be ready to face it all. Be sincere to let it all go. Free your heart from all th
Destined light...She points her thin forefinger to where the sunshine comes from.Destined light... in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Seen that ray of light. The blinding, burning and basking glow of light, yet still so magically beyond beautiful. The light that actually shines on her, on the person that walks everywhere, and the person she loves as well as the person she never even meets. Showers the Earth with glitters and glory. Doesn't matter if the season is the bright summer and mighty thunder, the oranges fall of leafs and drizzles in the night, the hailing of snow and the flakes of diamonds, also the colorful beads and sparkling fireflies. She squinted her eyes up above and saw the sparrow that just fly by her forefinger.
She knows that she is ridiculous to rethinking about this possibility but sometimes she wonders if the light will ever vanish forever when she is sleeping. She realizes that light from the sun doesn't stay, but it will always come back the next day to share it's magic again. She also knows that it's not possible at all to turn
Back up to life.You found me when I was as fragile as an old, cracking glass, marooned silenced on the empty street, abandoned like an invisible dust. The sun didn't seem to be able to illuminate anymore sunshine for the crying, broken heart.Back up to life. in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You found me when I stumbled down the folded grasses, crashed quietly into the full bushes, hidden perfectly as I was coated with red, dried blood showing no mercy towards my painful suffering. It was true, the sun no longer seemed to be able to illuminate anymore bright light to the darkening, blackness of the lonely heart.
The wound was too long to be there, pasted permanently into my heart, like an invisible scar unable to be washed away, became my most loyal friend throughout the rest of the journey of my life. But you have caught me, Gave me those vanished loves, gave me back my losing senses, so that I could turn my face to you, to give my heart for you and sworn my life for you.
There was nothing I could do, to shake my head while our eyes locked into e
Defacing Imprints...Proceeding to walk on the sands.Defacing Imprints... in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The loud atmosphere on the busy shore by now failed to tunnel the chaos in my mind, instead the picture surrounding me is drawn as though the ocean is alone with melancholy waves.
The footprints that I left behind shall serve as a wavering testimony against my tomorrow, I have wit, yet nothing last forever.
Continue to walk along the shore.
I guess reminiscing any memory I have of you at this moment would not be a benefit at all to me. But people always say that we shouldn't let the memories die away, as it is for us to sustain the days.
I do, of course, get in line with that remark, it is, if not too unheard of, tremendously correct.
Carry on to walk on the wet sticks.
Not that I want to bury you on purpose, ever, and everyone can address my humble self as unbelievably nuts that I ain't worthy of smelling a one precious air if ever something like that penetrate my brain.
However, I don't actually require memories to retrieve you seeing that yo