There’s the shadow of a plane
The sound of an engine,
Flying in the rain.
Please, take me away.
Raise my hands to
Touch the sky.
Wish I could fly to the moon,
Maybe tonight.
Feet glued to the street,
I just have to
Reach.
Hey,
Hey, I just heard a plane
Fly over my place
Please, say that magic word
And take me far away?


This is just a short poem, inspired سے طرف کی Erin McCarley's song, "Bobble Head". I find working from songs a good way to cure my writer's block. It gives me a little push in the right direction. So if you're having trouble, try that :)

I don't believe you.
I really don't
After all these years
This is what آپ give me?

Why did آپ break up with me?
I don't understand.
آپ were so close with me
And then that tech freak came by
And آپ left me.
آپ abandoned me.

Why did آپ dump me?
Such a close friend of mine.
Laughing with me all these years
Crying with me.
Now, آپ leave me.

Why?
I don't understand anything that happened.
Why can't happy things happen
In this world?
Why do things have to be so sad?

I can't accept that it happened.
Because I am still a close friend
Of yours
But I can't accept the facts.
I just can't.

When آپ hope,
آپ expect and wish,
آپ have a feeling for wanting,
Your desires to be filled,
آپ don’t want them killed,
Hope makes آپ stronger,

We live to hope,
Hope is what keeps us going,

Keep it sealed,
Let it be healed,
Like it’s your shield,
Sometimes it’s your battle field,

Keep hope close to آپ in life,
Sometimes آپ need to rethink twice,
For hope is unstable,
It comes and goes,

Hope is a special gift,
Not everyone knows,
If they do, they don’t bother to show,


Some of us want to lose hope,
Some of us want to regain hope,

Some think it’s a useless tool,
Yet they’re the ones blind,
Who won’t come to mind?

آپ and I, we all need hope,
No matter how far we seem from it,
It will find us one day,
For hope will come to us,

Wish and desire آپ دل out,
Keep in mind,
Don’t back away;
آپ know what آپ want,


Keep hoping till the END……

Temporary Home

    For some people, this world is only a stopover. They arrive here to do some good while they can, but they know that this is still not their true home. They are angels who come to light up our lives with their luminescence and to teach us what they can before they have to اقدام on. They flash in on golden wings, but it seems that they are gone before آپ can say “Thank you” یا “I love you”. They leave softly, without fanfare. They kiss our brow as lightly as a heart’s whisper, and smile, blinding us with its brightness. When we blink, they are gone.

دوستوں Are Forever,so I thought.
All those pictures that I bought,now torn apart along with my broken heart.

I miss those hugs and laughs we use to share,because now they act like they don't care.

Now all we do is fight.
I wish God would give us some light,give me a solution to solve all this tension.

دوستوں don't back stab you.
دوستوں don't talk behind your back یا be pissed off at آپ when they feel like it.

Nobody seems to care anymore.
Now girls are turning into whores.
All I know is that now we are all دوستوں for never.
When we need to go back to being دوستوں FOREVER!

This is written about the perfect silence only found in the dead of night, and the feelings it inspires.
The عنوان comes from the تفصیل a friend of mine gave when we were stuck in the middle of nowhere at midnight and I found it sort of beautiful.
Enjoy (I hope) :)

Weighted air and winking stars,
darkness draped, tension wrought.
This night, this hour, is ours.
Silence chimes unspoken thoughts
that choke my mouth.
Silver moonbeams in glittering outline
surround you, and in our youth
this night, this hour, we intertwine.




I'd love to hear what آپ like یا hate.
Thanks for reading.

DietCokeGirl