what is one without the other by iamtheawesomeme1118, literature
Literature
what is one without the other
There is no inspiration
When there is no image,
but without the words
where is the image?
A thought inspired by sight
A sight explained by thought
but what is one without the other?
Without the thought
the picture has no meaning
There is no 1,000 words.
Without the picture
there is no thought
there is no lasting image.
What inspires each, I wonder
When one cannot survive without the other.
How can thought be conceived
if there is nothing to think of.
What is there to see
if there is nothing to say.
What is an image
without any words
nothing but what you've seen.
What are words
without an image
nothing but mindless babble.
For there
My frigid, Ice cold wonderland. by iamtheawesomeme1118, literature
Literature
My frigid, Ice cold wonderland.
Cold, and getting colder.
I've waited oh so long.
The frigid time, growing bolder.
It almost sings a song.
To hear the crackling of ice on rivers,
or the snapping of dead tree branches.
Oh, how I love these cold, cold winters.
Warm, but not enough,
Though I've yet to catch a cold.
This time, often called rough,
but I find it never gets old.
To smell the burning wood,
or a warm cup of cocoa.
Oh, I do adore this time of year.
Never have I felt more alive
Then I have around this time.
When it seems nothing will thrive,
Then at its end, just like that, everything is at its prime.
Though I wish to hold it close,
to feel the cold against my sk
broken, the petals of my heart. by iamtheawesomeme1118, literature
Literature
broken, the petals of my heart.
Pluck the petals, one by one.
Lost in darkness; I, the only one.
Once i bloomed so joyously,
but now, my tune isn't quite as marry.
For love?
For none?
For love?
For none?
Isn't this what you do with the petals?
Scars to adorn my one true heart,
Like breaks upon a flowers stem.
Like the moment you tore me apart,
i rip petals off of them.
For love?
For none?
For love?
For none?
A childish game with no affect..
Twist and pull the petals off,
break apart thr stem.
twist and pull my fate,
break apart my heart.
this is nothing but a mere repercussion,
a way to erase the pain.
Broken flowers, the petals scattered.
Brok
Dance my mary makers,
play my symphony.
All you sweet partakers,
come and play with me!
I the happy child.
I the lonely one.
I only want a friend,
or all you all to frightened?
Staring as i fall asleep,
the music starts to play.
Of all these dolls of which i keep,
the truth of which the melodys speak.
Love is torn, not once but three times.
First to start the story,
second a death for climax,
third and last as the marvelous finale.
run to hide from children?
oh what a twist of fate!
perhaps you'd be forgiven,
if it weren't to late!
Twins that run about,
a knife to press your hope,
but what of
what is one without the other by iamtheawesomeme1118, literature
Literature
what is one without the other
There is no inspiration
When there is no image,
but without the words
where is the image?
A thought inspired by sight
A sight explained by thought
but what is one without the other?
Without the thought
the picture has no meaning
There is no 1,000 words.
Without the picture
there is no thought
there is no lasting image.
What inspires each, I wonder
When one cannot survive without the other.
How can thought be conceived
if there is nothing to think of.
What is there to see
if there is nothing to say.
What is an image
without any words
nothing but what you've seen.
What are words
without an image
nothing but mindless babble.
For there
My frigid, Ice cold wonderland. by iamtheawesomeme1118, literature
Literature
My frigid, Ice cold wonderland.
Cold, and getting colder.
I've waited oh so long.
The frigid time, growing bolder.
It almost sings a song.
To hear the crackling of ice on rivers,
or the snapping of dead tree branches.
Oh, how I love these cold, cold winters.
Warm, but not enough,
Though I've yet to catch a cold.
This time, often called rough,
but I find it never gets old.
To smell the burning wood,
or a warm cup of cocoa.
Oh, I do adore this time of year.
Never have I felt more alive
Then I have around this time.
When it seems nothing will thrive,
Then at its end, just like that, everything is at its prime.
Though I wish to hold it close,
to feel the cold against my sk
broken, the petals of my heart. by iamtheawesomeme1118, literature
Literature
broken, the petals of my heart.
Pluck the petals, one by one.
Lost in darkness; I, the only one.
Once i bloomed so joyously,
but now, my tune isn't quite as marry.
For love?
For none?
For love?
For none?
Isn't this what you do with the petals?
Scars to adorn my one true heart,
Like breaks upon a flowers stem.
Like the moment you tore me apart,
i rip petals off of them.
For love?
For none?
For love?
For none?
A childish game with no affect..
Twist and pull the petals off,
break apart thr stem.
twist and pull my fate,
break apart my heart.
this is nothing but a mere repercussion,
a way to erase the pain.
Broken flowers, the petals scattered.
Brok
Dance my mary makers,
play my symphony.
All you sweet partakers,
come and play with me!
I the happy child.
I the lonely one.
I only want a friend,
or all you all to frightened?
Staring as i fall asleep,
the music starts to play.
Of all these dolls of which i keep,
the truth of which the melodys speak.
Love is torn, not once but three times.
First to start the story,
second a death for climax,
third and last as the marvelous finale.
run to hide from children?
oh what a twist of fate!
perhaps you'd be forgiven,
if it weren't to late!
Twins that run about,
a knife to press your hope,
but what of
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