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I want to hatch like a salmon in your heart
and glide through the rapids in your blood stream,
always making my way against the current
back to the place I was born.
I want to grow like a tree in your back yard
and hold up the wooden swing of your youth.
I'll be the place you go to think in solitude,
my branches never letting you fall.
I want to flourish like a flower in your garden
and fill your days with colour.
I'll be the stems that you pick for your vase
to fill rooms with aromatic beauty.
I want to rush through your mind like a river
and push aside all of that debris.
I'll be the liquid thoughts of your daydreams.
I'll be the power pulsing through your veins.
I want to hatch like a salmon in your heart
and glide through the rapids in your blood stream,
always making my way against the current
back to the place I was born.
and glide through the rapids in your blood stream,
always making my way against the current
back to the place I was born.
I want to grow like a tree in your back yard
and hold up the wooden swing of your youth.
I'll be the place you go to think in solitude,
my branches never letting you fall.
I want to flourish like a flower in your garden
and fill your days with colour.
I'll be the stems that you pick for your vase
to fill rooms with aromatic beauty.
I want to rush through your mind like a river
and push aside all of that debris.
I'll be the liquid thoughts of your daydreams.
I'll be the power pulsing through your veins.
I want to hatch like a salmon in your heart
and glide through the rapids in your blood stream,
always making my way against the current
back to the place I was born.
A Bit of Love
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Literature
Stay
Late summer day, frozen autumn hay
All dressed in silver
Are you leaving?
Picking treasures on the sand
Golden flakes to keep some sun
To keep you with me
A broken shell for you, my heart
You left me your smile and I kept the sun
You are still with me
A silver breeze stopped down the street
Has no idea about you and me
Wherever will be?
It took all the gold I ever had
That little shell, your precious hug
Until you come back
You stay with me
Literature
water
i am not afraid of death.
i did not want
the boy beneath the apple trees,
or the cherry petals
in the orchard, touched with invisible fingers
leaving brown indentations, bruised
with your inflection even on the brink of spring
not the one littered under the sunlit twigs
grappling for heaven
But the one lying exactly center field
staring straight at the sky--
waiting for a crash of thunder
for the paper flowers, metaphor for holding
over the sills of everything transient,
and left for erasing-- like a soul brimming
over the bridge of an emotion
strong enough to overcome itself.
brave boy with a thousand faces-- i see
Literature
waters heart beat
as the rain falls down
and the wind picks up speed again
we all can feel alive
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ยฉ 2012 - 2024 jessica35
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"I want to hatch like a salmon in your heart."
This is brilliant! What great simile.
This is brilliant! What great simile.