There’s the shadow of a plane
The sound of an engine,
Flying in the rain.
Please, take me away.
Raise my hands to
Touch the sky.
Wish I could fly to the moon,
Maybe tonight.
Feet glued to the street,
I just have to
Reach.
Hey,
Hey, I just heard a plane
Fly over my place
Please, say that magic word
And take me far away?
This is just a short poem, inspired द्वारा Erin McCarley's song, "Bobble Head". I find working from songs a good way to cure my writer's block. It gives me a little push in the right direction. So if you're having trouble, try that :)
The sound of an engine,
Flying in the rain.
Please, take me away.
Raise my hands to
Touch the sky.
Wish I could fly to the moon,
Maybe tonight.
Feet glued to the street,
I just have to
Reach.
Hey,
Hey, I just heard a plane
Fly over my place
Please, say that magic word
And take me far away?
This is just a short poem, inspired द्वारा Erin McCarley's song, "Bobble Head". I find working from songs a good way to cure my writer's block. It gives me a little push in the right direction. So if you're having trouble, try that :)
Temporary Home
For some people, this world is only a stopover. They arrive here to do some good while they can, but they know that this is still not their true home. They are एंन्जल्स who come to light up our lives with their luminescence and to teach us what they can before they have to हटाइए on. They flash in on golden wings, but it seems that they are gone before आप can say “Thank you” या “I प्यार you”. They leave softly, without fanfare. They किस our brow as lightly as a heart’s whisper, and smile, blinding us with its brightness. When we blink, they are gone.
For some people, this world is only a stopover. They arrive here to do some good while they can, but they know that this is still not their true home. They are एंन्जल्स who come to light up our lives with their luminescence and to teach us what they can before they have to हटाइए on. They flash in on golden wings, but it seems that they are gone before आप can say “Thank you” या “I प्यार you”. They leave softly, without fanfare. They किस our brow as lightly as a heart’s whisper, and smile, blinding us with its brightness. When we blink, they are gone.
फ्रेंड्स Are Forever,so I thought.
All those pictures that I bought,now torn apart along with my broken heart.
I miss those hugs and laughs we use to share,because now they act like they don't care.
Now all we do is fight.
I wish God would give us some light,give me a solution to solve all this tension.
फ्रेंड्स don't back stab you.
फ्रेंड्स don't talk behind your back या be pissed off at आप when they feel like it.
Nobody seems to care anymore.
Now girls are turning into whores.
All I know is that now we are all फ्रेंड्स for never.
When we need to go back to being फ्रेंड्स FOREVER!
All those pictures that I bought,now torn apart along with my broken heart.
I miss those hugs and laughs we use to share,because now they act like they don't care.
Now all we do is fight.
I wish God would give us some light,give me a solution to solve all this tension.
फ्रेंड्स don't back stab you.
फ्रेंड्स don't talk behind your back या be pissed off at आप when they feel like it.
Nobody seems to care anymore.
Now girls are turning into whores.
All I know is that now we are all फ्रेंड्स for never.
When we need to go back to being फ्रेंड्स FOREVER!
This is written about the perfect silence only found in the dead of night, and the feelings it inspires.
The शीर्षक comes from the विवरण a friend of mine gave when we were stuck in the middle of nowhere at midnight and I found it sort of beautiful.
Enjoy (I hope) :)
Weighted air and winking stars,
darkness draped, tension wrought.
This night, this hour, is ours.
Silence chimes unspoken thoughts
that choke my mouth.
Silver moonbeams in glittering outline
surround you, and in our youth
this night, this hour, we intertwine.
I'd प्यार to hear what आप like या hate.
Thanks for reading.
DietCokeGirl
The शीर्षक comes from the विवरण a friend of mine gave when we were stuck in the middle of nowhere at midnight and I found it sort of beautiful.
Enjoy (I hope) :)
Weighted air and winking stars,
darkness draped, tension wrought.
This night, this hour, is ours.
Silence chimes unspoken thoughts
that choke my mouth.
Silver moonbeams in glittering outline
surround you, and in our youth
this night, this hour, we intertwine.
I'd प्यार to hear what आप like या hate.
Thanks for reading.
DietCokeGirl