I write based on heart. I love based on thought. I think based on truth.
Once Upon a Time, A girl went away. With her heart heavy, She could not stay. She was found by a stranger, In the bittersweet night.
By Mihaela Vasileva6 years ago in Poets
What I create, I must protect, With duty and diligence most complete. I must not fall short or reject Or let myself fall to defeat.
We realize with tragedies, Life has its miseries. With them we see possibilities Of fates and their histories. I call upon the man in black,
Mind, You unexplainable entity That rests upon my shoulders. You toy with thought A puppeteer at his show Weaving threads between your fingers
I wish you well, I wish you treasures, May you enjoy life’s great pleasures. May you see what you need to with your eyes of gold,
Observe a symbol and embark, On a journey of no regret. Only you can search and mark, The places you won’t forget.
Je suis, To Be Those are the words I see. To Be, To See, If I were only free. ‘Twas the Dane who questioned his actions
We go about our ways, By and by, We do as we must, Good bye, good bye. We move quite easily, Side to side, We do so carefully,
Here you are, with sorrow and regret. No, this piece hasn’t finished yet. You need one more touch, one more taste. It’ll be good, it’ll be good, it’ll be too late.
Enough, enough. The world is rough. It beats you bad, it thinks it’s tough. Enough, enough, to this mortal coil. I know my soul, it lives with soil.
Upon my sight, there falls a star. She wanders closely, yet she is far. I watch her carefully as she moves through space.
I like to write with ink. It helps me move, it helps me think. Do you clean your hands in your own sink? Do you beg others for your drink?
