An angel sat upon her cloud
gazing at the earth with longing,
her wings bent like a shroud,
her sweet smile no longer proud,
although her eyes were enthralling.
A swinging child of seven
kicked her feet into the air,
and by the time she was eleven
she was still searching for heaven
in the sky, but found it was not there.
A man in his prison cell
begged his forgotten God
for forgiveness from when he fell
into the dark hands of hell
and found his soul, the fraud.
The ghost in the graveyard walked
in and out of tombs and around,
imaginary shoulders sulked
as to himself he talked
about the joys of being underground.
About the Creator
Laura
Authentic daydreamer, moon seeker, wind walker, leaf chaser, mud pie maker, native child, fitness junkie, lover of all things good and pure, teacher, author, mother, mentor, artist, and student.
I live with my boys and dogs in the Sunshine.
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)7 days ago in Fiction
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