Today I woke up with the idea that a melancholic rhythm was going to persuade me to write this piece. One that has taken me more than a month to start. As usual, I procrastinated by watching a movie first, and those of you who know me, know that music and movies are my oxygen and the source of my inspiration. You will also probably know that my dream job includes traveling, journaling and documenting places that need people’s attention....

i write to speak in a place where you should just stay silent.

i am so utterly engulfed in her beauty 
for she is so radiant, so vivid
sunflowers turn to her, chasing each delicate step
her smile, warmer than any flame
her laugh, lighter than cotton candy clouds in the sky
my days are made because of her,
she is my sun

days come to a close, night calls her luminous allure 
she follows, charged with beaming fascination for the world that surrounds her
she is a firefly in the dark, dancing...

The more I know, the more complicated the world it seems. There are ideas about the Truth that tumble over each other, getting tangled in each other’s massive treads, so that one has to tip toe carefully with precision around the biting dogs of arguments. But I realize now from an old book I before never read but watched, that the world is quite a simple place. I need not worry by which doctrine I must measure my life, or...

You are all and so shaky fists, and maw born. With too much sneer and snarl and scorn for salvation - for Sanctuary. You say the blood between your teeth taste of poem and religion, of gold and tea; of misperception and frustration. She knows; you did not mean to be so odious. Your lips are all chapped and your knees too bruised to bid eternal ruin and wreck. But still; that does not mean you were ever kind.
  ...

Words given to use: wings, candle, grass, cereal, textbook
Prompted by: stripedfly1001

Ah, mornings. Usually a moment where families greet other cheerily and eat breakfast together whilst sharing their hopes and expectations for the upcoming hours of separation before reuniting at dinnertime. Indeed, mornings are always a calm and merry part of the day. But you’ve always got your fair share of expectations. And now this, this is where the Johnson family comes in.

    “Mom! Jack stole the syrup again!”...

T"Dada, strawbdery ice cleam, tasse?" Joo-uen beamed up at Namgi. As soon as he entered the kitchen, returning from work. When he saw his little girl big brown orbs his heart melted. He knelt down to meet eye level of his daughter, in her high chair. Joo-uen held out her strawberry flavoured ice cream out to her dad. 

Namgi stuck out his tongue and Joo-uen placed the ice cream on his tongue, with a commentary 'boop'.

Namgi savoured the taste...

Know this, dreary foe;
A carousel, a trinity, a ritual
 
Words from a hunter, to a doe:
Day to noon to night,
Porcelain to iron to steel,
Lover to rival to prey,
You to me to her
 
And remember this, in great woe;
If they come in threes, know that it will never be,
A thing of sweet cessation
 

it is futile to
imagine i will ever
cease to love you and
if only for your smell and
smile and ease with which we fold

into each other
you make my skin fit me for
once we touch like farce
our skin is flower petals
feathers or rodin figures

you melt me softly
i will be vein artery
and capillary
or hang from your arm like fruit
sing songs of you into the

cosmos until stars
know your hymn...

Hourly, it seems, I think of you,
Only one word comes to mind-
Perfection. You are perfect to me.
Even your flaws add to your beauty,
Lines in the white marble.
Every day imagine what could be if I
Shared with you what I have held 
Secretly in my heart.
Love, I am hopelessly in love, but
You will continue on in oblivious ignorance.

Today I woke up with the idea that a melancholic rhythm was going to persuade me to write this piece. One that has taken me more than a month to start. As usual, I procrastinated by watching a movie first, and those of you who know me, know that music and movies are my oxygen and the source of my inspiration. You will also probably know that my dream job includes traveling, journaling and documenting places that need people’s attention....

i write to speak in a place where you should just stay silent.

i am so utterly engulfed in her beauty 
for she is so radiant, so vivid
sunflowers turn to her, chasing each delicate step
her smile, warmer than any flame
her laugh, lighter than cotton candy clouds in the sky
my days are made because of her,
she is my sun

days come to a close, night calls her luminous allure 
she follows, charged with beaming fascination for the world that surrounds her
she is a firefly in the dark, dancing...

The more I know, the more complicated the world it seems. There are ideas about the Truth that tumble over each other, getting tangled in each other’s massive treads, so that one has to tip toe carefully with precision around the biting dogs of arguments. But I realize now from an old book I before never read but watched, that the world is quite a simple place. I need not worry by which doctrine I must measure my life, or...

You are all and so shaky fists, and maw born. With too much sneer and snarl and scorn for salvation - for Sanctuary. You say the blood between your teeth taste of poem and religion, of gold and tea; of misperception and frustration. She knows; you did not mean to be so odious. Your lips are all chapped and your knees too bruised to bid eternal ruin and wreck. But still; that does not mean you were ever kind.
  ...

T"Dada, strawbdery ice cleam, tasse?" Joo-uen beamed up at Namgi. As soon as he entered the kitchen, returning from work. When he saw his little girl big brown orbs his heart melted. He knelt down to meet eye level of his daughter, in her high chair. Joo-uen held out her strawberry flavoured ice cream out to her dad. 

Namgi stuck out his tongue and Joo-uen placed the ice cream on his tongue, with a commentary 'boop'.

Namgi savoured the taste...

Know this, dreary foe;
A carousel, a trinity, a ritual
 
Words from a hunter, to a doe:
Day to noon to night,
Porcelain to iron to steel,
Lover to rival to prey,
You to me to her
 
And remember this, in great woe;
If they come in threes, know that it will never be,
A thing of sweet cessation
 

it is futile to
imagine i will ever
cease to love you and
if only for your smell and
smile and ease with which we fold

into each other
you make my skin fit me for
once we touch like farce
our skin is flower petals
feathers or rodin figures

you melt me softly
i will be vein artery
and capillary
or hang from your arm like fruit
sing songs of you into the

cosmos until stars
know your hymn...

Hourly, it seems, I think of you,
Only one word comes to mind-
Perfection. You are perfect to me.
Even your flaws add to your beauty,
Lines in the white marble.
Every day imagine what could be if I
Shared with you what I have held 
Secretly in my heart.
Love, I am hopelessly in love, but
You will continue on in oblivious ignorance.

A mountain so tall, so difficult to climb, yet so beautiful
What a feeling it must be to stand at the very top
Looking down at all that wonders under its  immense magnitude 
Glory, Glory, Glory
It takes such wild ambition to dominate its power
A challenge many wish they may never have to face
Though the mountain returns 
It returns once again 
And in the end, you are left alone with only the mountain left to spare