Without words, where would I be? Writing is my everything.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Bliss

Like I said, my inspiration comes from everything. This one actually came from looking at a condensation covered water bottle. Written: grade 11, age 16

Dancing in the rain
At midnight
Twirling in circles
As droplets fall all around
An unexpected crash of thunder
Emulates  off the walls of 
My unknown surroundings
A seeming chaos of my mind
Sudden silence
I am diving
Into a deep pool
Of clear, crisp water
refreshing and cleansing of fears
Soft ripples glide
Over my skin
No need for breath
A sudden realization
I am awake
No longer is my mind troubled
You are still there
Softly sleeping by my side
I smile to myself
And fall back into dreams
Of enigmatic bliss

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Art may be dead, but I'm still an artist.

Art may be dead, but I'm still an artist.