Chapter Three - First Encounter
The image is vivid, the daisies that dot the hillsides gently swaying in the breeze as the sun smiles down on to the seemingly untouched earth.
poem 1
I see the world more vividly because i am harvesting the days for you. oddities, marvels- something beautiful, something strange. i collect them for you. and, sharing them, discover them anew.
Before I Decay
Is a picture frame i stare out at the moon, longing to escape into the starry sky this feeling, tearing at me, i can't put it into words, so i cut into my own arm every time i bleed, there lies the reason to live, and i discover words so bright and vivid
Garden Potential (Otherwise Untitled)
~ grasping firmly to the shovel with aching hands, he could remember with the vivid clarity of vasoline glass the herbs and vegetables his mother had grown when he was young so far and long away.
Reflectionate...
Many a time, misunderstandings make memorable moments not always good, not always bad, not always happy, yet not always sad melodies of a song can do the same be it in pieces, part, or words like poems, we remember a time, place, person, or name vivid
Summary
One day, she starts having weird dreams, becoming more and more vivid and wild. as she searches for answers, she meets someone knew, letting him live with her. the dreams become more confusing, more fast-paced.
Happy Birthday Puppy-Dog.
He remembered vividly the tears drowning the young pup's cheeks as his taxi pulled away from the cosy, warm cottage that was his home for sixteen years of his life.
Hunting
His tail, large and rather fluffy-looking, and his hair are both a vivid rainbow, and striped most unnaturally. i grin, a frighteningly toothy grin, im told, but theres no accounting for taste.
Afterimage
Yes, i remember vivid moments now, we talked and drank into the misty dawn, i even hear the voices as we ran by water's side on wettest summer lawn. i see the footprints as i remember.
Humbled...
Surrender to something you can't see divide what can only live when it needs to hide, let worry be free silence the cells that hold hurt motions already made set the vivid fears aside in the sun & watch them fade kneel to feel less than
Poem #57: Blackness
Past at future see the sadness flow anger and hate fuels the darkness inside so similarily different one is open, exposed showing himself to the world the other is closed shutting fast the iron door yet by their faces they seem the same vivid
Contrasts of Bittersweet
There's a chill in the air, darkness is there, but my eyes see so vividly now. i shut myself in, devoured by sin, but my lips are trembling now.