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…
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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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
Midnight Melody
The Unsigned Writer Midnight Melody Poetry By, J. M. Lilin 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…
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