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I Miss YouIt's horrible to say that
My only way of expressing myself
Sing or to write
Songs which seem to have no meaning for
Or me because history reads there is no
Through Your Eyes
It 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.
MadrugadaÉpica y serena Madrugada,
la dulce espuma que retumba,
eres la única que mi inspiración ya junta
porque a tus horas me descubro enamorada.
No despecio al Día,
ni a la Noche, ni a la Mañana,
ya que el Día me hace sentir viva,
en la Mañana, mi corazón se despierta, palpita
y la Noche al consuelo de los suelos me consagra.
Madrugada, amiga mía;
no defraudas al poeta,
no defraudas al amor
(los que más saben de esto,
son Selene y Endimión,
refugio hallaron en tu sombra,
refugio ardiente de pasión).
Descanso entre los sueños,
Morfeo, tu estupor...
Madrugada, entre tus horas, guardaré mi corazón.
A Brave, Miniscule WorldHave you ever imagined, ever at all
What it would be like to be real small
Where you had to fend for your life
Where the light bulb glowed, like the edge of a knife
Where the action figures are the size of gods
Where there is no love, no peace, no rest, no laws
Where the dust mites will give you a good fight
You’ll battle all day and all of the night
Where from the top of your bed, you’ll see the land
Of sights so beautiful, so vivid, so grand
But, with one slip, you’re falling to death
With the mites eat your bones on your very last breath
Where the garbage is a cesspool, so vile
Where the shag carpet is longer than the Nile
Where the closet is the biggest of caves
Where shuffling through your laundry
Where vacuums are hurricanes, fearful and strong
Where fans on high lead to winters so long
Where glue is like quicksand, forever trapped there
Can you imagine a world if you dare?
A miniscule land of an endless quest
A huge but small world with a periling test,
The Firefly JarTHE FIREFLY JAR
by Indigo's admin
One summer night
Holding our jars
On a moonlit dusk
In the fields so far
Under the moon's shine
We raise them high
Grass tickling our feet
The glass lifted to the sky
And when fireflies come
Their lights shine in the night
We cup our bottles
And the land, soft and light
We continue the catching
Until the rise of the sun
When we finally know that
Our job here is done
That one summer night
In the fields so far
We come back home
With our firefly jars.
I wishI wish I was the wind, I could fly
be a spirit that wanders the sky
I could swim in the rainy clouds
I could chase seagulls, passing by
I wish I was a ray of light
that makes the days more bright.
I would bounce over green fields
and bring their colors to sight.
I wonder how far I would see
If I were a dew drop atop a Sequoia tree.
I would form every morning
and melt with the sights around me.
I wish I was one of the deadly waves
that lashes the rocky aegean caves.
I would clash with the pirates of the sea
and pull them, to their watery graves.
I wish I could see the world from afar
and streak across the sky, like a scar.
I wonder how it feels to be truly free
Maybe I'll just be a shooting star
PupriPlunge into the cool unknown;
dive deep, below the tide.
Down here, so beautifully alone.
In solitary cave, doth hide.
Here, in this golden garden,
this aquatic hound doth play.
Far from the touch of human hand;
a million miles away.
The seaweed, that surrounds him,
melts within his slender frame.
The trees grow tall around him.
The coral calls his name.
In this wild ocean's forest,
the logger’s sound has ceased.
Below the world’s growing unrest
this garden’s still at peace.
Make them Wise Listen to natures cries
Get through peoples lies
As we open our eyes
Fix the ones who thinks its amazing if someone dies
The Scorching Sun
When the sun rises
The heat it fries
The people they cry
With their mouths dry
It beams down on pavement
Like orange oven lights
The pavement burns the soles of your feet
It could fry eggs like a pan
Unlike an oven
You cannot make the arrangement
Only the solar system can
It follows you everywhere
sometimes hidden from sight
From the Sahara desert
to the cloudy skies of Dublin
From Mount Fuji of Japan
To the winterland of Antarctica
Under the trees of South America
To the lovely coast of Saipan
When the sun falls
The shadows grows tall
The heat gets small
When the full moon begins to rise
The birds say their last calls
People and creatures alike become alive
and werewolves cry
Written by E.G.
When I look at AntsWhen I look at ants, I see fascination
When I look at ants, I see wonders
When I look at ants, I see life
When I look at ants, I see curiosity
When I look at ants, I see strength
When I look at ants, I see teamwork.
When I look at I see a colony at work
When I look at ants, I see hundreds of siblings
When I look at ants, I see armour
When I look at ants, I see many legs
When I look at ants, I see something I should not kill
When I look at ants, I see fragile creatures
When you look at ants, don’t just see pests
When you look at ants, don’t see something to kill
When you look at ants, don't get grossed out
When you look at ants, see nature at work
Blood MoonThe blood moon rises on this night
Burning crimson through the sky
Oh what a wondrous, enchanting sight
Such terrible beauty it makes me cry
I stand transfixed in its burning gaze
And I kneel before its might
My senses are ablaze
And the world seems to ignite
That bloody light awakens
The beast from deep within my soul
My humanity is forsaken
And I have lost all my control
The hunters of the night are howling
They are raging to the moon
My instincts they are screaming
I will be joining the hunters tune
The blood moon shines down in the night
As the hunger claims my soul
That shadowed red and horrid light
Reflects my eyes like burning coals
Suddenly all is luminescent
And so the dark is hewn
By that gleaming silver crescent
Where once gazed the bloody moon
Her silver eye brings silence
And peace returns so soon
Yet who can forget the power
Held by the blood red moon
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