Otherwordly

Otherwordly

Monday, 18 April 2011

A new day

The sun that rises in the east;

Marks the beginning of the day, the start of something new.

The most beautiful thing

That's impossible to beat, so unique too.

The shades and tints –

Pinks and blues, that brighten up the sky.

The biggest star

That our eyes see, the beauty that's up so high.

Some days this star can be hidden –

The eclipse from the clouds and the moon.

With the day that is closing,

The setting of the sun begins too soon.

The sun that sets in the west;

Marks the ending  of the day and the dying of something new.

The most calming sight

That's scenic and so romantic too. 

The bending of colours -

Reds, blues and black, that darken the sky
 The biggest star

That now begins to fall from up high.

Now that the sun

Has gone to shine in other places.

Other tiny  stars

Are reflected on young people's faces.

Even though the sun

Has gone and only the starts can be seen

In the sky,

The magnificence is there and will always remain.

You are like the sun,

The moon and stars, which are hidden in your smile.

The sparkle in your eyes

Reflect the beauty  of above.

Sunday, 17 April 2011

If you couldn't tell... :)

 

Ok this picture should really be stapled onto my forehead. I created my blog account many months ago, I have poorly neglected it. Instead of uploading my thoughts on to this, I simply forgot.


Yeah, I'm very forgetful. Unless its to do with something like NCIS or CSI.
I wonder if theres a day or month where I remember to say something out loud. Make that type. Technicalities.


Here I am rambling about nothing, when in essence I have a lot to say. I forget about my friends sometimes. Yeah I know thats bad but nine times out of ten, I'm dreaming of my own world.
I forget about uni work, but come thats pretty standard for students of today. But when you forget something important like how you feel about someone then you're in trouble. Oh well. I think it's time I brought out the sticky notes and annoy my parents with them. And maybe one day I wont forget to tell that someone how I feel before it's too late.


How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting, by the world forgot. 
Alexander Pope.  

Their Sweetness


The gazing of ocean blue against earthly brown,
Velvet whispers, lips he does caress.
A soft embrace, his hand ascends towards her crown.
Brush of her hair, a sweetly placed kiss,
Heart against heart, soul against soul, one they become.
He soaks in his wonderful beauty.
Actions of love envelop her unclothed bosom,
A swift taste of her fresh honey.

One look up at the angel; she begs for mercy,
The promise of his love forever.
Succumbing to his advance, she gives him the key.
They key to her heart and her forever.
The feeling of both bodies, the sound of heaven –
The melody of peace, joy and love.
The perfect fit for her cherished garden,
The perfect fit of his heightened touch.

Collapsing back to earth, the lovers revel in each other’s sight
Each other’s wings of security
He sends his spoken truth to his mate, gives their love the gift of flight
To soar higher than other love for all eternity.
By Melissa J Rose 

It's quiet days like these that make me ponder, how much life is valuable each day and to one another. 
I was told once that a life stolen, is another life gained. Or for every every death, there is a birth. But why are the good ones taken, are the bad ones born?
We miss you. 
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