I Miss YouIt's horrible to say thatMy only way of expressing myselfIs toSing or to writeSongs which seem to have no meaning forYouOr me because history reads there is noUs
Through Your EyesIt was through your eyes that I was able to see,The dark, the light, the grey in-between.Although you only see in black and white,I know that your heart and mind are set right.You wish to run, to explore the world,But without us to return to, in a ball you are curled.Without your ever joyful presence I fear,That I will be losing something very dear:A soul that knows no evil,A mind ever eager,A tail which is never motionless,A friend, who is always there.When I speak my fears aloud,By you, my mind unclouded.So never run away,Don't leave me here astray.
Spring has sprungScent of flowers everywhereOne cannot help but stareFor the beauty surrounds us soAs another season comes and goesTightly coiled for so longBut here we areSpring has sprung
Autumn FeverThe coppery dusty air fillsMy hungry lungs generouslyIt is like hot wine downMy throat, strong and heavyFiery orange against blueA contrast, a gradual changeIt's the passing of the yearAnd it is very, very strangeBaskets swinging, Harvest is callingA sweetening Hallow's Eve breathBlack wings high in the mystic skyMarks the time of prime and deathPumpkin on every door, smilingTreats are given, tricks are playedThis season unlocks fear and horrorI can freely be whoever, displayedAmazing, isn't it? Lovely AutumnTwo strong contradicting atmospheresFear, gratitude, melancholy, gladnessA sensational transition of the year
Jump With MeThe atmosphere of verdant tanglesBittersweet in burning lungsAnd far beyond the drifting lakesCerulean 'neath ardent sunA pleasant wind o'er gentle skinAlleviates young boiling bloodFine nimble limbs cross natures pathIn brisk pursuit of one belovedAnd tender hands reach lovinglySoft shackles meant to set one freeLead to the macrocosmic edgeSweet lips invite "please jump with me"
The TreesTHE TREES SS7The trees drifted in the breeze,however...There lied a trap,betwixt the sap.A hunter, a killer,asunder, a triller.One day a warrior, much more than a man,walked into town with his sword in hand.He walked past the shops,he walked through the village.where eager eyes were ready,to pillage.Then he came to the treesa wall of green...A man ran up and said,"Sir don't go through there!Or the grave of the others,you also shall share."So the warrior walked in,a grim look on his face.walking with caution,into this dark place... but of the trickster he could not find a trace.Presently, the coward was running,because he knew the strong one was coming.He ran and ran right out of the woods,taking with him his weapons and goods.These trees were now restful,tranquil, without harm,without this great warrioreven lifting his arm.
Death of a RoseCold, cold heart of deathlaying on the hard groundexposed to the elementsnever making a soundno plea for assistanceor demands to be warmedfor this frozen roseremains there fully formedits rich velvety petalsred against the grey gravelstand out so vividlyno more will it traveldecorated with dropletsof fine powdery snowthis once beautiful roseremains there still aglowin its dying momentsits scent lingers onfrozen in time nowuntil the following dawn!© Lissie Bull 2014
The BlackbirdHi! Thanks for reading. I love writing these, and feedback, challenges, or requests are always appreciated and without further ado, here is prompt number five!Silvery flakes drifted down, glittering in the bright light of the harvest moon. The blackbird swooped down…Silvery flakes drifted down,Glittering in the bright light of the Harvest Moon.The Blackbird swooped down and landed on a brittle branch.SilentlyHe watched the forest floor.Beneath a blanket of snow, the Earth slept,And nothing stirred.Nothing, save the Blackbird.At length he raised his head the sunset Moon.The forest relayed its restless cryThrough the Wind,Through the Branches,Through the falling Flakes.With shrill cries the Blackbird answered,Then wings spread, flew away.And the Earth stirred no more.I hope it was worthwhile. I think it was.
The Blue AbyssThe sea Is deep, deep and wide.Sometimes calm and clear,others cause of mortal fear.O' tell me what secrets you hide.Here in the deep blue abyss terrible beast reside.Sea monsters rise from the dark.Strike the ship, wraps around,captain and crew sink and drown.Hundreds of arms, eyes, and teeth.With it takes their souls to keep.Taller than the mountains of that far, far east.Back to the depths it goes to sleep.As the modern day does dawn,at these stories they yawn.No hellish visions, from the blue abyss.No more gallant maiden ships.Surely such animals are dead and gone.Such tales often go untold, all worth more than gold.Giant squid, and whales battle,for their lives each must grapple.So die the legends of old.
Four Times A YearSeasons changeFour times a yearSome bringing joyOthers tearsBut whilst the wind may turn to rainThe colours of Autumn are here once again