“Dance above the surface of the world. Let your thoughts lift you into creativity that is not hampered by opinion.”
-Red Haircrow-
Existing and Dissolving
If your world collided with the ocean,Would stars fall like the rain or the sun?If I photographed you for a day, would you still want to stay?Cheerful songs and a bittersweet aftertaste has got me going.Listen to me when I say the stargazers can hear you.If your world collided with the ocean,Would stars fall like…
Scattered Mind
To dissolve as a form of imagination.To reappear as a signature of creation.What does it take and what will I find if the words collide?Listen to the melody that envelops the crystal drops of thought.To dissolve as a form of imagination.To reappear as a signature of creation.The mind of a maddened writer; the cry of…
Tell Me What To Write
I have not written these words to you or anyone else I know.Corrupted until the end of the earth has kissed the stars.Please tell me what I should write.Drifting restlessly into a dreamscape of endless wonder.I have to write these words but I never know how.Drifting so far that the stars cannot touch the tips…
Collide
Fall from the sky. Fall from the sky, little girl. Collapse in the stars and collide with the clouds. You have a kaleidoscope in your eyes. Gazing into the moon is more blinding then the sun. You got a light in your shout and a tear in your smile. Never give up when you bring…
Autumn Eyes
Thought I knew what it was like to feel alive. Never wanted to drop what I was already holding onto. The woods is where I grew up and the wild grass is where I slept. Thought I knew what love was when I met the forest boy. He told me I could touch the stars…
What It’s Like
It’s been a long time since I could knit a thought together. My mind is made of strings at the moment but impossible to untie. You distract me from reality and I forget I have a voice. I felt so alone but now I feel complete. I do not need to ask to be heard…
A Boy Named Sky
There is something about you I can never forget. A portrait in your eyes that reminds me of a starry night. Or is it the galaxy of freckles setting your face. It could be the sun sparking a warm fire in your voice. Possibly telling myself it is the alignment of worlds when you smile.…
Goodbye, Poetry
You see the moon? The midnight sky that comes every night? You might see an orb of pale light to inspire. I see the poetry you used to write. If the moon could sing, I’m sure it’d cry. It would talk about the friendship you and the night had. Boy oh boy I wish I…
Forest Boy
How can you fall in love with what is not real? I must ask the stars what they think of this sensation. It is hard to navigate with a compass that has gone off course. Thinking of the boy I met in the forest. A million days before and a million miles from here. Ask…
Fantasizing Reality
A prisoner to the person I used to be and a prisoner of my own mind. Got a table down in my basement with a soul that used to be mine. Taken apart too many times to remember how to reapply it. I tell you to leave me alone, but I need you more than…
500 Followers!
This is just a quick thank you – an appreciation to all my readers, followers, commenters, and downright kind supporters. I have been sharing my writing for a year and a half now and to reach my 500 mark feels like a really great accomplishment and I couldn’t have done it without all the inspiration…
Moments In Creation
Let us start from the beginning of creation. Where black and white roses become colorless stars. Mixing up ink blots to decipher our notation. There is a castle made of ink, a castle made of glass. Collecting poetry to fill up our empty honey jars. Piecing together the crowns of imagination. Emptying the figments of…
They Don’t Know
They don’t know. They don’t know what goes through her head. The girl that came from a twisted far away wonderland. They don’t know. They don’t know why she is the way she is. She wears all black but her mind is a thousand unexistent colors. Her hair is dyed to illustrate the vast portraits…
I Will Be The World
I will be the world. Claustrophobic storms in the deserted cities. To the flowers that might grow in the sky. Stars reflected in the ocean depths. I like to imagine that all writers are born in a place far away. Where each inspired image can come together as one. Entering the mind through a blink…
Garden In The Sky
Clouds are upside down and you cannot even see. Bipolar reactions of weather abrupt the cycle. There are weeds on the ground but there are roses above. Hues in a poetic form of red and blue growing in the white tufts. How wonderful it is to image a garden in the sky. Bet you wish…
Skeleton In A City
A flickering shower of sparkling lights have shown us the way. To the city that owns a parade of proud dreamers. No matter the weather, they show us both sides. Sunlight reflects in the glass panes thoughtful gazes. While the rain brings puddle to give us an upside-down perspective. It all seems so lovely before…
Prince Of Darkness
He is the shadow that you think is your own. Following your every step and finding out your favorite place. He has got your soul in a case and he has got your smile in his mind. He knows the darkest thoughts, not just of you, but the entire world. He is a man not…
Symphony of Light
For once it is time to not be afraid of height. Touching the skies in symphony of light. The horizon falling in such a splendid sight. May we waltz graceful through the night? May the stars be our mapped out chart? Falling forth to reveal the glass of our heart. I know it has been…
The Rain Was Never Haunted
It has been a while since she was not alone. She used to spend her nights in lack of melody. There were no voices to take the demons to a slow town. There will only monsters shredding loose the tone. She was too anxious to speak out loud. No one was around to understand why…
Caught In The Air
My dreams take a million turns. They are going up and down, backwards, and forwards. My dreams are flying all around. My wings you cannot see but they are caught in the air. I am dreaming in the harmony of the breeze. How long does it take to catch a dragonfly? It takes me far…
Not Alone
As you read these words, you might be hearing a voice. Not the voice of an author but the voice of a poem. How lonely we become that paper becomes our closest friends. Writing away our lives until the end of time. I think about your words without you knowing. I reflect a part of…
The Stars Are Alive
They told me that I had to like the sun. It was those bright beams though that made my head pound. How could I like the sun if we did not get along? I had to hide away the fact that I was settling for the smaller orbs. I had to let them believe I…
Holding Onto You
Gaze meaningfully searching for the lights that flicker. Finding it such a mesmerizing sight when the leaves curl as they burn. Looking forward to the strange color of death in autumn nature. Dancing with the shadows that are cast over in such little light. Oblivious to the friendship of the sun and spilling secrets to…
Write Your Name
Thought you would like to know, I am not blind to what is behind the smile. I have been a soldier once before. Your chest is rattling with an earthquake. You are a globe with a storm inside. There is so much rain that you cannot breathe. I know what it is like to forget…
Sweet Riptide
I want to belong to you. I love the magnetic pull of your gaze when we meet. We have been connected since the day we met in the forest. Countless dreams shared in our separate constellations. No ocean kept us apart as long as we could read the other. It is a dangerous grace that…
Stargazing
This girl is more than a wildflower. She finds only herself when looking up. She dances in the streets when it begins to rain. Her eyes are as blue as the stormiest ocean. Her smile is as brilliant as the freshest spring days. Each night brings darkness, but she only sees light. She finds her…
Flightless Fingerprints
I was waiting alone at the edge of my colorless canvas. You were the artist I needed to meet. I could see your mark against the screen. A gorgeous array of personality left by your warmth. Your fingers are in a flight of life, leaving prints all about. Creating nothing but the inspiration in…
Flowers In My Shoes
There are flowers in my shoes. There are flowers in my nightmares. You don’t know what that means unless you understand. For once in a while, we are forced to visit an unrealistic realm. Bittersweet lullabies that whisper unspoken truths. Stay awake with me and I will run away. Write a poem for me and…
Dynamic Dreamer
A concoction of constellation has been split in the sky. A concoction of reality has been seeped inside. Limits rising into nonexistent as the darkness and light become one. Day is night while night is day; darkness having more light than once. Twisted poems too sickly sweet to sing out loud. Ending daydreams and transforming…
Place Without Stars
Underlying forces taking a volume in descending perspectives. Make up the mind of aspect but it will not. It has shown itself in such a fall. Brought you down from the clouds to a harsh reality. Wake up and recognize that you have become nobody. You start to wonder what your name is. If you…
Writing Damage
I have been writing myself down from dusk to dawn. I have revealed a million pens clear of ink. I keep writing to beautify the world and make words beam. Only each time I scribble, the drops of imagination have darkened. Like my fingers are wrapped in rings of shadows. I cannot write a single…
Breathe Life
Come out today and notice the leaves. They are falling for you graceful thoughts. Blushing the rare colors of honest love. Come out tonight and touch the stars. Bury your nightmares in midnight ink. To find out what story you left behind. Come out and smell the crying sea. You might just find a shell…
Thinking Sky
There is a mood after the moon. A dream that comes even without the stars. However far it must take for you to see. That I am falling in a deep love with you. I do not usually write my words in romance. Though it is hard to not want to write and I cannot.…
Be Inspired To Not Wait To Live
I could die tomorrow. I could die today. I could die in an hour. In any moment that comes could be my last. So, why am I so afraid of living? Why should I worry what others think? Why am I so afraid of the judgement? I could die in the next hour and I’m…
Wildflower
Rain was my favorite and not a drizzle of heartache. And as I looked through the pelting sheets, I met your gaze. I will never forget the look on your face. The boy I thought I knew so well had transformed beneath the clouds. The scowl that usually held you back was replaced. You were…
One More Day
I could get lost in the songs that I play. Romantic thoughts playing over and over. I have never stopped being hopeless when it comes to you. I could watch the way your shoulders shake when you laugh. I could watch you all day but now I am thinking it over. I watch your forest…
Midnight Paint
It is then beneath the sky. Midnight paint brushes dancing above. Bringing life to what it is we could be. The once silent stars no longer shy. The words will thread to what was dreamed of. A force of speculation in layers of sea. Thank you for reading this writing by J. M. Lilin…
Ghosted Eyelashes
A delusion of unrealistic figments has been created. Rocking forth in a dream that will never leave the mind. Sensations of creation brewing underneath the waves. A storm of emotion over this new depth of ocean. A hazy grey varied in with the blue of his gaze. Memories of the past and memories of the…
Flicker
Electricity running through my veins in the morning. I have entered a new realm of inspiration. Lost in a land of past dreams and now I have escaped. A pattern of gorgeous questions defining who I could be. The ceiling could tell me what I said in my sleep. Only the paper has it all…
Enigma Skies
Luminous and vivid as petals of mystery unwind. The gaze of a dreamer or the gaze of a destroyer? Creation comes with a price just the same as magic. Only it is up to me and you to decide which path will be ours. Through the woods of past travelers. Through the woods of past…
Three Wishes; Three Words
An ocean laying out for creatures of thought to seep. Where it must be that we find depth and perspective. Auras of emotion and hope puzzled together. While imagination can drive us into daydreams that lead us. It is the creation that pulls together all the ideas. I hope one day I can find my…
Far Beyond Our Imagination
Stretching out far beyond our imagination. There is a man with quite the endeavor. He has risen above the trees of the forest. Found a place to call home in the stars above. Stretching out far beyond our imagination. A poisonous flower has come to bloom. Petals with vivid veins of blue and purple. Where…
Promise Me
With each dying wish, a new constellation is born. With each dying wish, a new place of creation will come to life. The truth is that I cannot stop thinking of you and your starry eyes. For I have gone away beneath the ground. You visit me now, more than you used to. Now that…
Midnight Adventure
It started with you throwing a rock at my window. I simply assumed it was the wind until you called my name. My heart warmed with the adventure soon to come. A coat thrown over my shoulders. My body is dropping out over the pane. I hit the ground and I am running. Galaxies are…
Wish To Exist
I know that it is quite a bit to ask for. I am asking for a space in your mind and a space in your time. I am hoping you will think of me, maybe once today and tomorrow. I know that it is quite a bit to ask for. Though, I would simply love…
Eccentric Forest
Have you ever looked closely at an eccentric forest? Look closer and you will see flower petals that are void of words. A whole aura of mysteries that wrap around uncontrollably. A show of stranger features undiscovered in a realm. Like a carousel in a carnival of makeshift fantasy. Insight spinning on hope for someone…
A Hundred Times
Once the sun has risen a hundred times. I start to wander this melody made in clouds. Down far from wandering, and thoughtfully above all else. Once the moon has risen a hundred times. I go to places I have never seen before. Made in the constellations of rising dreams. Once the stars have risen…
Once Upon A Time
It may be complicated in a sense of words. Vintage from a lifetime in vocabulary growth. Yet, I assure you, that those words mean more than a soul. That writer found a purpose as each day left a layer. Thin like needles forming sketches over his skin. He is old and frail, but his words…
Messy Souls
An ocean of thoughts far above our heads. Lazy tufts of cotton forming fiery, cozy, clouds. Spreading out like a hazy garden in the sky. Purple pink wildflowers in a strewn, murmured mess. Clumsy and obese as they stumble all about. Yet, what is it about them that pull my gaze from the ground? For…
Intimidating Outcast
It started with an abyss of pride torn down until he felt nothing. Diving forth with the humiliation of being an outcast. Dark eyes to go with dark clothes. It comes down to the right of freedom in a soul. His gaze is sparking with the pain of past tense. Will you hear his words…
Who Am I?
The truth is that I have no idea what it is I am thinking about. With too many thoughts and too many minds alike. Only my conscience does not feel like the others. For I am split between a million personalities and a million ideas. I want to be the girl on the board moving…
A Memory, A Dream, And A Poem
When he walked by, I met his gaze. Books were surrounding us, and I could feel a million places calling. Yet, as I met his eyes, I saw somewhere I had never gone before. Eyes like lively gems lost beneath the waves of an ocean. Poems tugging at my mind as I wondered what his…
Here Comes The Rain
Here comes the rain. The lost compass holds the disoriented picture to dissolve. While the tumbling droplets will descend and wash away thoughts. Here comes the rain. Shades of cloudy memory like colored pencils. Leaving behind a river of impressions in a hopeful after tone. Here comes the rain. I hope it comes…
Silent Spin
She grew some wings and flew away. He grew a tree and earned a friend. The apple fell to find the one and only. The vine reaches far and wide for the light. You will find that the world might spin; Just a little hastier if you give it a purpose. To show you the…
Petals Like Gems
Listen to the storm that has come through weather. It has given us a circlet better than cloudy creations. For resting on the riverbed is a mystifying puzzle piece. Wrings of untamed vine to create a perfect picture. Petals like gems implanted on top a gleaming majesty. Greenery to replace the gold that holds us…
Craving Seasons Of Life
Where does it all come from? When I lay down in the late hours and decide to wake back up. Where does it all come from? This is the hardest poem to write of all. For there is too much out there that is rough as broken shards of glass. Yet, I know that there…
Abyss Of Creation
Darkness is the first vision of what is to come. Seeping out and about, like broken electricity in the sky. Harsh marks of powerful forces that could take different oceans in hand. Tides that rise and take dreams back into the falling laps. For it has foreseen a vision to come that will strike the…
Falling Star
His mind was fragile yet as beautiful as a world. The stars and moon may have been bright, but his eyes were like gems. She would tell her secrets to the stars and when he smiled with his nebula eyes; It was as if he knew every spoken word that had ever left her lips.…
Six Feet Apart
Stay six feet apart is what they say. Yet, when I look up, I still feel your gaze touch mine. When I sing to the sky, the rain will caress me. In daydreams, clouds are my own to hold. When I look up, the thought in your mind wraps around mine. I try to stay…
Pondering Keys
Silent dusk would be done if it were not for the melody. The song from the keys pressing down with each note. Notes from inspiration that motivated new worlds. Character that form with each click. Pounding down on the keys to sing you this poem. Hello, dear writer, and tell me what is your name? …
Cultivate Creativity
Authentic and real. The reader will crave something that is not direct but poetic. Written in sentences that reflect different perspectives. A mad world and a mad mind. We want something that can describe the notes of a piano above our heads in the sunlight. Although, possibly not sunlight, we want to decide whether it…
Melody Of Creation
Do you hear the melody of creation? The sound that comes from those singing to the sky? I hear a star, not falling, but rising to the sky; Becoming a once upon a time; something more than a wish. Do you hear the melody of creation? The sound the flowers create, as they dance…
Obscured
Different sides attack me. Starting from the top. The voices leave a trace. A linger of pain that spreads. I am angry and defensive. Being a creator left behind. Fighting my own inner war. A chess game inside my head. Feeling sick with every thought. Cannot move despite the flinch of darkness. Obscured inside a…
Raw And Unspoken
Take this sheet, take this screen. Whether it be song or word. Do not judge me for it. Just take the time to understand it. That beaten character holds my hurt. That silent character knows my mind. The hopeless character is my romantic. I am giving myself to you in this dialogue. Although it may…
Double Sided
I am two. Not bipolar. Just more than one. Not a single. Not a couple. I am simply two. More than one. Always in thought; Yet, still listening. Halfway asleep. Multiplied and divided. My personalities are endless. Quite double sided. I am a bit more than just one. Thank you for reading this writing by…
Levitation
I am levitation. I do not need your wings. I do not need the loose ends of the feather. I do not need their false hope. No staircase can step up as I could. No aircraft will rise like I can. I am levitation. I have a mind with a mansion inside. A room for…
Nominated Liebster Award #2
Rules: 1. Thank the person who nominated you and provide a link back to their blog so others can find them.2. Answer the questions asked by the blogger who nominated you.3. Nominate other bloggers and ask them 11 new questions.4. Notify the nominees about it by commenting on one of their blog posts.5. List the…
Nominated Blogger Recognition Award
The Rules: 1. Thank the blogger that nominated you and give a link to their site2. Do a post to show your award3. Give a summary of how your blog started4. Give two pieces of advice for any new bloggers5. Select at least 15 other bloggers for this award6. Let each nominee know you’ve nominated…
Sing With You
The Unsigned Writer Sing With You Poetry By, J. M. Lilin Every day is the same. Until I hear your voice. Ukulele strings strumming. The melody of a poetic mind. The melody of a broken soul. I feel the words that erupt from your lips. I understand the idea that drives your purpose. A trampoline…
The Universe
The Unsigned Writer The Universe Poetry By, J. M. Lilin I do not want to hold still on a spinning sphere. I shall spin with it. If you attempt to hold me back; You will only see the wonder. The wonder of dancing in the midst of freedom. Imagining for only even a moment. To…
Be Okay
The Unsigned Writer Be Okay Poetry By, J. M. Lilin Desire is a part of being human. Just as a flower must blossom. Yet, I have only one wish for the genie. More than anything; I just want to be okay. To wake up in the mornings; Allow life to fill my chest with a…
Rare Beauty
The Unsigned Writer Rare Beauty Poetry By, J. M. Lilin This world. Split between something icy and scorching. Harsh, yet with so many prepossessing elements. A miscellaneous combination to create a canvas. A canvas enveloped in vines that eventually reveal; Reveal blossoms of a rare, patient beauty. Eyes beneath lashes that hold a color.…
Unraveling
Time is unraveling. Connecting to an unknown force. A force that is exciting more so. Similar to how humans wish to be in the stars. Only this human is in another world. This human is unraveling like time itself. This human is almost no longer a human. He is more like a song of painted…
Jar Of Stars
He was dark, like a fire of shadows. Such closed in words that held such a snowstorm. So many weather conditions and so many oceans. Eyes like a sky without stars. He was the one not meant to win. He was no hero. He was meant to be alone for the rest of his life.…
Soul Mate
The Unsigned Writer Soul Mate Poetry By, J. M. Lilin I am here waiting for my soul mate. Posters put up in my dreams for the fairy tale characters. I even told the stars all about, so when they align; They might bring you to my land. Searching for that certain someone, only one, meant…
Stars Like A Dandelion
The Unsigned Writer Stars Like A Dandelion Poetry By, J. M. Lilin A mansion of radiance lit through windows of a galaxy. Spreading out farther than a canyon of constellations. Gleaming similar to orbs of vivid nebula eyes. Astronomy of blossoming personalities. Marvelous and splendid in the night as we rest. A blanket of protection…
Symphony Of Words
The Unsigned Writer Symphony Of Words Poetry By, J. M. Lilin The melody of instruments and voices. It calms me more than any art in the world. Sound over silence to keep my world spinning. Inspired into becoming creative. Into writing my own words, only silent instead of a song. Wishing I could meet the…
Seafoam And Sirens
The Unsigned Writer Seafoam and Sirens Poetry By, J. M. Lilin Canvas of an unrecognized willow trunk. Droplets of rain given up on by the sky canopy. Colored veins of a painting never finished. A story blotted out with desolated ink. Projects buried and unremembered upon. Crafts beneath the shelfs down each isle. A yard…
Friend Or Foe
Peace and joy can be stunning in a heavenly way. Poems about true love and a happily ever after. How I enjoy those wonderful endings. In this world of human and art. I do not want to only see something filled with smiles. Humans have an attic in their mind. A web with droplets of…
I Am Smiling
The Unsigned Writer I Am Smiling Poetry By, J. M. Lilin I am smiling and I am trying. I am smiling and I am crying. I am smiling and I am dying. Why is everything blurry? When I lay down for the night. Put away my masks and see myself for once. I see a…
Rabbit Hole
The Unsigned Writer Rabbit Hole Poetry By, J. M. Lilin Stay away from the edge they tell her. Stay away from the woods they tell her. Why should she listen? Curiosity can kill the cat, but it can also change the world. Forever wonder the impossible or make it possible? She gives in to entering…
October Path
The Unsigned Writer October Path Poetry By, J. M. Lilin Can you not imagine how wonderful it must be to be Autumn? To own that name and be the wonderful season that spreads the land. Spring has an organized fresh start. While summer may bring the sun and tiny white daisies. Winter brings ice…
Neverland
The Unsigned Writer Neverland Poetry By, J. M. Lilin Oh, Peter Pan, I need a friend. I am lonely down in this unusual land. Come down here yourself or let my dreams transcend. Oh, Peter Pan, bring me a different life. Too many crowds with a million words in between. Saying them every place…
Nominated Ideal Inspirational Blogger Award #3
The Unsigned Writer The Unsigned Writer Written By, J. M. Lilin. Nominated By, Million Dreams. The Award Rules: • Thank the person who have nominated you and provide a link back to his/her blog. • Answer their questions. • Nominate up to 9 other bloggers and ask them 5 new questions. • Notify the nominees…
Nominated Liebster Award
The Unsigned Writer Nominated The Liebster Award Written By, J. M. Lilin. Nominated By, La Luna. Rules: 1. Thank the person who nominated you and provide a link back to their blog so others can find them.2. Answer the questions asked by the blogger who nominated you.3. Nominate other bloggers and ask them 11 new…
Sandman
The Unsigned Writer Sandman Poetry By, J. M. Lilin I like to imagine when we rest, our thoughts take a chance at flight. Over navy blue oceans and pumpkin patches of old and sunken dreams. The world can finally become something more than black and white. When the sun goes to be replaced and the…
Singing A Lullaby
The Unsigned Writer Singing A Lullaby Poetry By, J. M. Lilin He has been making his way across a tightrope of doubt. Wishing for the knowledge of who he was born to be. Lonely as if all those meant for him were lost in a drought. He became less hopeful with each passing friendship search…
Solid At Last
The Unsigned Writer Solid At Last Poetry By, J. M. Lilin Do you know that each person has more than one ghost? A ghost for each day, a ghost for each month, and a ghost for each year. Places that you have seen and people you have met, hours you will remember most. They fade…
City Of Constellations
The Unsigned Writer City Of Constellations Written By, J. M. Lilin There below the ledge is a constellation. Spreading out like splintered pieces of electricity in the atmosphere. Except down below her feet, like a stream of flashing fireflies. Never reflecting over what might have survived inside the canyon, she steps closer. She has…
Mystery Blogger Award
The Unsigned Writer Nominated The Mystery Blogger Award Written By, J. M. Lilin. Nominated By, Nancy Nelson. Rules: Put the award logo on your blog.Thank the blogger who nominated you and provide a link to their blog.Mention the creator of the award. The creator of this award is Okoto Enigma!Answer the five questions you were…
Nominated Ideal Inspirational Blogger Award #2
The Unsigned Writer Nominated For The Ideal Inspirational Blogger Award Written By, J. M. Lilin. Nominated By, Jojo Al-waealy. The Award Rules: • Thank the person who have nominated you and provide a link back to his/her blog. • Answer their questions. • Nominate up to 9 other bloggers and ask them 5 new questions.…
The Raft
There is yellow; a color once thought to be full of joy. Now it is blinding, through the scattered spots of vision. Over the yellow, is blue, once thought to be a favorite color. Now both colors, both of these lovely colors, torture. They are the only colors seen for miles. Yellow at hand and…
Seasonal Stars
The Unsigned Writer Seasonal Stars Poetry By, J. M. Lilin Laying down beneath the stars, in the middle of the spring. Creatures of mystery beckoning him forth. Adventuring the woods and finding himself beneath an ocean. This boy was not the usual; this boy was a dreamer. Laying down beneath the stars, in the middle…
City Of Love
The Unsigned Writer City Of Love Poetry By, J. M. Lilin I love the orbs in the sky above my head. As I stand in the city of love. Spells dazzle each passerby, even those upon the bench. A spectacle of pure electricity causing a rainstorm of nebula dust. This city is unbearable in a…
Creature Of Freedom
The Unsigned Writer Creature Of Freedom Written By, J. M. Lilin Sometimes I look up at the twirling blades. The blades of the wind creator on the ceiling. I will turn it off and watch as the speed goes down to a slow dance. Moving in a perfect rhythm, like the melodic beat of a…
Nominated Offshore Reader Award #2
The Unsigned Writer Nominated Offshore Reader Award Written By, J. M. Lilin. Nominated By, Jojo-Alwaealy. The Award Rules: Thank the person who nominated you.Include the award image on your post- link to image here.To know more about the award, click here.Add a link to the blog of the person who nominated you.Answer the question given to you.Nominate…
Nominated Offshore Reader Award
The Unsigned Writer Nominated For The Offshore Reader Award Written By, J. M. Lilin. Nominated By, Million Dreams. The Award Rules: Thank the person who nominated you.Include the award image on your post- link to image here.To know more about the award, click here.Add a link to the blog of the person who nominated you.Answer the question…
Rain Puddles
The Unsigned Writer Rain Puddles Poetry By, J. M. Lilin I love the rain, he had said. They thought he was peculiar, but they had underestimated his imagination. He could get lost in dancing beneath the despairing clouds. Creating those dreary days into the most beautiful time of the world. Oh, the color blue –…
Sleeping Still
The Unsigned Writer Sleeping Still Poetry By, J. M. Lilin To lay still, as a poetic soul caught up in an ocean of reflection and contemplation. To hold still and listen to the story twirling in a melody spin at the edge of the cliff. There is a forest, yes, a forest fire building…
Always And Forever
The Unsigned Writer I Love You Always Written By J. M. Lilin She seemed to always remember. Always remember the way the sun reflected in his eyes. Flecks of gold dazzling through and through. Golden perfection that matched his dark, wild hair. Gorgeous and magnetizing, she thought to herself. “What?” he asks, noticing her gaze.…
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