Variations - Words edition...

Born out of a Kasabian song
Lover of all things Tim Roth&Clive Owen
Original content, no duplicates
One of a kind
Different from the rest

Ashes To Ashlynn is my book I'm writing
Nice but naughty too
Dances to the beat of a different drum

Guardians of the Galaxy-my fave movie
Loves to be sarcastic and witty
Individual, a creative person
Tired of fake people
To have her head in the clouds
Eccentric and laughs a lot
Rocket Raccoon is my spirit animal
 
Eulogies, I’ve never written one,
vulnerability isn’t my strong suit though,
against all odds, I’d really rather not speak.
Last to sleep, first to wake,
always listening for someone that’s
not there anymore.
eulogies are for the dead, but I can still hear you.
 
Eulogies, I’ve never written one,
vulnerability isn’t my strong suit though,
against all odds, I’d really rather not speak.
Last to sleep, first to wake,
always listening for someone that’s
not there anymore.
eulogies are for the dead, but I can still hear you.
That’s beautiful
 
Baby girl
Adorkable
Right most of the time
Even when I'm not!
Feisty, but interesting and fun
Or maybe
One of those people you don't vibe with
That's okay. I'm still
Going to be me. I'll probably
Ignore you
Really good at pressing that button only to
Look when I'm nosy!

😂😂😂
 
Who am I?

Depends on the moment.

The cascade of petunias bland and bold,
A dandelion’s wish, a hand to hold.
The roar of thunder echoing wide,
A touch of unicorn hooves where secrets hide.

The herd foraging quietly in a fold,
Stories untold in fingers so cold
I am the one who whispers in the dark,
Who cries out in sleep
But then lights the spark.

A flicker, a blaze, hidden, a fleeting trace,
A mirrorless soul in open space.
Not one, not all, but something more:
The silence just before the door.


Emm...so I fucked that up.. should have read more .. I'll try again
 
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Eva came easy, all sugar and sway.
Veil over meaning, just meant to play.
A shimmer, a giggle, a girl out of frame.
Lane was a rhyme - just a name for a name.
A path paved in petals I can’t reclaim.
Not every bloom is as gentle as rain.
Even sweetness can sometimes leave a stain.
 
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Mountainous landscapes bring me such joy,
I can’t help but feel awe in their midst,
Almost sensing flight, inwardly,
Being higher, as ascends my highest aspiration,
Almost touching the sky as it shapes my breath,
Bringing sunrises into my reach so awkward,
Exploring beyond all beauty as I move
 
Eva came easy, all sugar and sway.
Veil over meaning, just meant to play.
A shimmer, a giggle, a girl out of frame.
Lane was a rhyme - just a name for a name.
A path paved in petals I can’t reclaim.
Not every bloom is as gentle as rain.
Even sweetness can sometimes leave a stain.
Love this :)
 
Where is her song?
The sweet and sour I long,
but it shimmered like smoke
aching for more I too evoke.
Transparent through the glass
yearning for a mere touch, alas.
Fools surround in flowered meadows,
souls gathering like lost shadows.
I rose to her blossomed light,
only to lose and fade into silent night.
 
Where is her song?
The sweet and sour I long,
but it shimmered like smoke
aching for more I too evoke.
Transparent through the glass
yearning for a mere touch, alas.
Fools surround in flowered meadows,
souls gathering like lost shadows.
I rose to her blossomed light,
only to lose and fade into silent night.
Nice, but it's supposed to be an acrostic of your user name.
 
Old Man Kensey listening to
Radio Free Europe as the music begins to
Accelerate to take me to
Near Wild Heaven, where
Green Grow The Rushes, washed in
Electrolite. I
Crush With Eyeliner in the
Undertow as the
Radio Song plays.
It's A Free World Baby, they say when
On The Fly, cowering
Underneath The Bunker as the music is
Shaking Through
 
And on that note, I think we've introduced ourselves!

And I also think that some people who never thought they could write a single word of poetry have surprised themselves...

So let's move on to a new theme:

What's been happening?

We're joutnsllung! Tell us about your day, or incidents within your day, but I'd like them in the form of a haiku...

For those who aren't aware, a haiku is a short poem, 3 lines long and 17 syllables in total.

Line one is five long
You get two extra next, then
Back to five again


Enjoy distilling your thoughts. There aren't many words to play with this week...
 
Anxious about sharing these words,
Not gonna lie to you.
Good enough?
Eternally questioning that,
Longing to let go.
Intensity ever present.
Curiosity never ceasing.
Always
Searching.
This somewhat surprises me as you have always seemes open and relaxed, but love the reveal
 
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