Poem | the tallest of trees
the tallest of treesis born from the smallest of seedssuccess is not thelast breath youtake but the veryfirst you give toyour endless dreams
the tallest of treesis born from the smallest of seedssuccess is not thelast breath youtake but the veryfirst you give toyour endless dreams
words i dare not trust completelydispatch from your lips so easy“you are beautiful,” you sayquite proudly to me every day“i miss you, my bed feels cold,there’s no one else i long to hold” my heart yearns for your attentionyet my mind works its retentionrefusing stubbornly to believeall the lies my lover tells me he is … More Poem | lies my lover tells me
each petalis neededto makea flowercomplete with barelyone missingits beautywould bedefect
footstepsgoing up orgoing downmoving forwardor standing stillbut never going backsuch are the choiceslain for us by life move as you choosebut make no mistakeand never forgetwho is truly in chargeof your directions
i do things for you because i love youyou do things for me because you love mewe do different things for each otherfor nothing but the same reason we let our hearts fillwith intentions pure this is the way we turndarkness into lightand night into dayby lighting each other’s wayout of the darkest of forests
if my life were a fairy talewould you read it?with a castle and a kinga princess and a queenwith witches and magicin which even the devilmay appear(sometimes) if my life were my lifebut only written differentwould you pick up its bookand flick the pages one by one? or would you leaveit lying on a shelfall … More Poem | fairytale
rather late than neverbusy days fueled by lovetime frozen in ice yethearts graced by warmth a message big in words so smallhappy holidays to you all!
i used to have a headfull of stories leadby relentless imaginationunlimited destination yet all has faded paleby this wonderful new talefor it rings not false but truethat my finest story is you
darknesstoys with my inner joyimprobable meets futile escapethe only way out is to go all inbreak through for a breakthroughengulfed in bright red poppy flowersi let my inner storm build a way outto form a way in forsunlight
i could filllibraries with theincessant words thatmy inner voicesuse against me but i chooseselective reading overself-damaging novelsand keep authoringpersonal fairy tales