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…
Tag: Ocean
Island Of Daydreamers
There is a blue color, my favored kind, full of a depth that seems impossible. Impossibly blue? Impossibly there. Shards and shades of the color paint out in a canvas of mixed color. Rising and falling, twisting and turning, like a dance of a drowning mass. A mass of foam and salt; a mass of…
Nebula Eyes
Penetrating with the color that only you could prefer. Charismatic in a compelling way of charm. Full of a glowing observance that never looks away. Captivating like the ocean, but it is not the waves that you see. It is a galaxy, with a sparkle that only the stars could match. Layers of thought hidden…
Nothing You Were Thinking
My mind is like nothing you were thinking. My mind is like the ocean’s deepest waves. The thoughts don’t discontinue or pause from breaking the shore full of intention and curiosity. My mind is like the clouds that appear and construct in the sky above your head. The thoughts form in a blistering whirlwind, twisting…
Figment Of Imagination
His eyes, green like the trees, will gleam with solicitous. I meet him every night, when the stars reflect over the ocean. He loves to dance and tease, but we both know, it will have to end. We collect ourselves when the sun is no longer around. Doubts and hopes are given to each other…
Sailing A Memory
It is when the stars come out, reflecting in the surface below. Sparkling in the salty water that is the home of depth and creatures alike. When the rippling thoughts in the reflecting surface are seen quivering through the quiet stillness. The port is quiet but there are those who need that time alone,…
The Unsigned Writer 