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 just for me. A bipolar spirit that has both freedom…
Tag: Daydreaming
Seasonal Stars
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 of the summer. Violin grass, alive and well, dancing all…
Rain Puddles
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 – it is traveling in a gallery of sunsets and rises….
Growing As A Person (300 Follows)
Writing is an exploration. You start from nothing and learn as you go. E. L. Doctorow I have been telling stories all my life. Before I could write, I loved to tell my family stories. I loved to make my many siblings laugh with characters I made up. I was the official daydreamer. Staring off…
Song For The Summer
I wanted to write you a poem, something precious and sweet. I wanted to give you my soul, through creativity and wonder Simply words can say it all. So, I gave you these words, through paper and ink. I wrote these words with my heart and soul. Just for you, these words were meant. To…
Forgetting The Impossible
Once I was five and I grew up on adventures in the backyard, believing in the impossible. Another time, long ago, I was ten, and I had friends at the playground who dared me to what seemed complex. If only I knew what fifteen meant to me, when I started to discover myself and grow…
Midnight Melody
Stranger brushstrokes brought over the colors of darkness; a stroke of hypotonic charm. A landscape contrasting to what you are used to, for this landscape is up above in a texture of constellations. Enchanting and enhancing; wishes of poetry beneath the throne of the moon which beholds pockets of midnight in a glimmer of wakefulness….
The Unsigned Writer 