The winning entry for Limi’s contest on kofk.de! ### No kingdom runs without its queen; Not this one, with its surly king. She is the sun, the stars and moon— She is beauty in radiant bloom. Her hair is blue, eyes steady, wise; Love and kindness without disguise. A gift from her is treasured, close— […]
you: you are the moon,reflecting brilliance.and i: i turn towards you in the night,and miss you when you’re gone.you. you are the moon.but to me, you are the sun in the skyand a thousand distant starsand gravity itself—out of reach, never far from mind.because:you. you are the moon.
you’ve lived a life of highs and lows. you’re stronger than you’ll ever know. i hope one day, you’ll look and see a world filled by possibility. when you’re afraid or hurt or scared, know for you, i’ll be there. you are my darling precious one. you shine as brilliant as the sun. you can […]
when i’m dreaming an imaginary thought, i do exactly whatever i want. count the clouds in the sky, surrounded by blue, stroll through a tranquil garden, blooming only for you. your gravity has me dangling upside-down: heart in my throat, eyes turned around. i don’t know your name, but i do adore you; in my […]
For Limikkin’s contest at Kingdom of Knuffel. It’s a friendly community with avatars and pets! ### “A Kinder Kingdom” Hello, hello, how do you do? This Knuffel Kingdom’s been waiting for you. We’re small and close but our hearts have space, So come on in; it’s a welcoming place. Knuffels are kind, friendly, fun. They […]
someday i’ll ask if you remember those stunning days of september before winter took over with its chill, blanketing the world in quiet and snowy hills. someday i’ll ask if you recall the freshness of spring, rain and all. paving way for summery, long, long days and back to september, far away.
for a living, i predict death. not with crystal balls nor palmistry nor stars and astrology, but with tables and numbers and a dash of information— distributions and statistics and mathematical inspiration. sometimes i feel like a reaper, though i don’t steal life; i can only forecast the eventual strife.
hope is a thing you cannot see,but it’s real, as real, as can be.when you’re upset, about to cry—recall that feeling of flying high. hope is a thing you cannot touch,not when it’s easy, not when it’s too much.a slow crescendo, a refrain—hope is a thing you cannot drain.