If life was perfect

Wouldn’t thy beauty linger on forever?

Why do leaves fall off trees? Nay and cover the empty cracks on the floor…


If life was perfect

Why do the echoes of sinners run throughout the world?

Why do we feel hurt at the expense of one’s happiness

Why does the howling loneliness sweep the nice people first? 


If life was perfect

Why does crimson embers clutch the air in excitement?

Pull you so close you feel so happy and burn you when you’re too close…


The Flower- Poem

The Flower

A poem:

white flower

White Purity stainless to many

Stained through puberty

Innocent at heart, heart of the bud

Pleasant at first glance, Stings when you’re on the wrongside of it

Why so beautiful, if im only about to be pushed away?

Deceptive, beautiful, elegant, bittersweet

Yes that’s my Diocia.

‘I have something to tell you’


Close your eyes‘.

red flower

Last walk to freedom, blinded by darkness

Peerless purity, corruption continuum

Deceptive, like the women in the black dress

Tenebrous, beware, angel of darkness stares

Into your eyes, makes you see none

Death makes you see black? Or the heavenly white?

Black cards, black cards, lifes a game

Gamble right and you may get a black,

Life- Poem

Descriptive writing– Life

life, poem

What makes life valuable is that it doesn’t last forever. What makes it

precious is that it ends. I know that now more than ever. And I say it

today, out of all days, to remind us that time is luck. So, don’t waste it

living someone else’s life. Make yours count for something; fight

for what matters to you no matter what because even if we fall

short, what better way is there to live? It’s easy to feel hopeful

on a beautiful day like today, but there will be dark days

ahead of us, too.

life, poem

There will be days when you feel alone,

and that is when hope is needed most. No matter how

buried it gets or how lost you feel, you must promise me

that you will hold onto hope. Keep it alive. We have to be

greater than what we suffer. My wish for you is to

become hope – people need that. And even if we

fail, what better way is there to live? As we

look around here today, at all the people

who helped make us who we are,

I know it feels like we are saying

goodbye, but we will carry a

piece of each other into

everything that we do

next, to remind us of

who we are and

who we are

meant to





water poem natureWater

Water, can you hear it? Gleaming eyes

The waterfall leaving a chasm in your heart

Fill my inky heart, with your soft trickling twilight

Smothering my fiery flamed hear, with your prismatic stance

Fissuring my chintzy taste buds, baptising my tongue

Whirlpool of deliberate destruction

Clear as day, opaque as the rocks under the sun

Fake as the reflection you see, of radiant stars

Is she flowing too, or will she flow through the fall line?

The power of volition, will she be unwavering?

Aqua in her purest, little stain of blood

Big stain of blood, responsive to change

I can sometimes feel your heat but not see it

But will my life flow like water, or will heart fissure

Conductive to life, peevish downfall

But she is non organic, because water does not decay



Run because everybody believes you are not young enough to walk.

reason, motivation, poem,smile, run
Smile because your tears are blurring your vision of reason.

Sing when the world stares at you and tell you your voice is crappy.

Trust because when your heart begs you not.

Twirl because your mind makes sense of what you see of the world.

Frolick because you are made fun of. Kiss because others are watching.

Sleep because you are afraid it may not be the right dream.

Run because everybody believes you are not young enough to walk.

Theres a road going left and right, which one would you take?

I am standing at a crossroads with no signs pointing the way; My shadow stretches in front of me from the dawning of a new day; No matter which road I choose to take, there will be no turning back; Whether or not you’re on the path I choose requires knowledge that I lack. One […]

via Standing at a Crossroads — Poems, Lyrics and Stuff by an Average Joe

Glass= Sand

THE GLASS BRANCH They say when lightning strikes the shore, the pathit takes is like a quick nerve burrowingbeneath the beach. And in the aftermath of fused sand, a branch of glass. A littlelike thought made deed, the blast of energycools off in formation and turns brittle, grounded in its own design. The storms subside.Whether it stays buried…

via A Favourite David Sanders Poem — Poem Today