Life is full of trees,
and flowers
and wonder with sunshine
falling through the
spring leaves
A lake lays shimmering with the dripping of
rain and
hail;
its beauty lying untapped
beneath
A slender figure, flowing as if a goddess, a spirit
bound on the earth;
always in touch with the world around her
Green, Yellow, Blue
I love her
Hiking and fishing on cold nights, warmed by the
heat of our embrace, I find it hard to sleep for fear of
missing
a single moment with her.
My loving,
caring,
Dust
Dust,
it floats on the solar
winds of the universe, twirling
and stumbling until finding
a rhythm to dance to.
Dust,
lying on the well-used
tools, watching the construction
of a new building, laughing
in it's own silent way.
Dust,
it settles on the books and
old oak desks of the library,
it's doors undisturbed for
an eternity.
Dust,
falling lightly on the war-torn
landscape, settling on the
once great skyscrapers of
a life long forgotten.
Dust,
infinite and everlasting,
all things come from it, as
all things must eventually
return.
Dust
Dust,
it floats on the solar
winds of the universe, twirling
and stumbling until finding
a rhythm to dance to.
Dust,
lying on the well-used
tools, watching the construction
of a new building, laughing
in it's own silent way.
Dust,
it settles on the books and
old oak desks of the library,
it's doors undisturbed for
an eternity.
Dust,
falling lightly on the war-torn
landscape, settling on the
once great skyscrapers of
a life long forgotten.
Dust,
infinite and everlasting,
all things come from it, as
all things must eventually
return.
Life is full of trees,
and flowers
and wonder with sunshine
falling through the
spring leaves
A lake lays shimmering with the dripping of
rain and
hail;
its beauty lying untapped
beneath
A slender figure, flowing as if a goddess, a spirit
bound on the earth;
always in touch with the world around her
Green, Yellow, Blue
I love her
Hiking and fishing on cold nights, warmed by the
heat of our embrace, I find it hard to sleep for fear of
missing
a single moment with her.
My loving,
caring,
Favourite genre of music: Electronica/Classical/Industrial/Classic Rock/Everything except Rap Operating System: Windows Vista/XP MP3 player of choice: My phone, until I can get a blasted iTouch Shell of choice: Conch Wallpaper of choice: A nice one Favourite cartoon character: Winnie The Pooh Personal Quote: "I'm not the kind of guy you date; I'm the kind of guy you marry."
Favourite Visual Artist
Albrecht Dürer
Favourite Movies
The Life of Brian
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Enya
Favourite Writers
Terry Pratchett
Favourite Gaming Platform
Xbox 360
Tools of the Trade
Bubble gum, Ink, and a particle accelerator
Other Interests
Doctor Who, Star Trek, Ruling the Multiverse with an Iron Fist....
Well then, I haven't been on in a while, haha! I honestly have been far too busy with my last year of high school, however I will make a concerted effort to add more poetry to my page. I have a few ideas for some poems, which is largely due to my gaining of a new muse (and I love you for it! ^_^). I'll try and post a few in the coming weeks, and thank you Sighz-no-name for the comments!
Well then, I suppose it's about time I started using this account rather than using it just to satisfy ~Deidara-no-koiishi. I guess I should begin by starting a bit about my self; My name is....unimportant, but I'm ~Kakashinomi's elder brother. I'll edit my info in a bit and I've just realized I have no idea what to talk about. It's like a conversation when you've run out of things to say, and an awkward silence just rolls over the two of you. I do have the urge though to yell out that there's only 3 more days till christmas, but since it's 3:30am I think I'll leave it as just an impulse. I suppose I should wander off then, as I need my sleep