When I hold my jar of dreams
In my hands, my palms sweaty.
The dancing lights swallow the night,
As a mirror flies my kite,
The gentle waves change roaring tides
and shaking trees leave me to hide;
A swan slows down to calm the pulse
The crow escaped, feeling repulsed.
A ripple wakens me from sleep
Not holding back, I take a leap.
The sun is up, the time has come,
To show the world
Source: What I’ve Become by Silver Lining
Love this -Mintie
Oh how I love journals.
You record whatever you would like to, forget about it, and find it again when you’re feeling like looking through your past archives.
We had to write a journal for Lit, and my friend and I helped each other edit and such. My friend was so helpful and nice, and I’m so thankful for her. She knows who she is, and she’s amazing. :)
So, I was looking back at my elementary school journals, and I found this really nice poem hidden in one of them. I’m pretty sure that a published writer wrote it, but I didn’t write down the author of the poem.
The poem was called, To My Valentine
If apples were pears
And peaches were plums
And the rose had a different name,
If tigers were bears
And fingers were thumbs
I’d love you just the same.
That’s probably one of the cutest things I’ve ever read. Aww <3.
I just want to hug that poem so much. It’s cute. I hope this poem was as cute to you as it was to me.