Welcome to my page!
I want to use this to hopefully post some of my poetry and other writing stuff!
Thank you for making this for me @justalineinasong0 :)
twenty one pilots - Smithereens
Jasper is national park
A landmark in my mind
A place for long walks
And quiet conversations
Tall trees that wave as you pass
The smell of rain
When you first wake up
Gravel paths and muddy trails
Whispering leaves when the wind
Blows a little harder than before
The colour green in every form it can take
Making you love the colour anew every second
Holding cold hands
Pockets that are warm
Beanies and black sweaters
Watery eyes and explaining that you’re not crying it’s just the wind
Hugs that hold on and don’t plan on letting go
Friendship braclets on dirty ankles
Hiking boots because they’re practical
We sing the song of a much simpler life
The one we wish to take back
But the line to that is slashed by a knife
Yet hopeless, we try to attack
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To retrieve all the chances not taken
To relive memories that cannot be bought
Of made-up play houses and sizzling bacon
Of lessons learned and some that were not
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We have grown and matured with little restriction
Forgetting to hold most things that are dear
We chase after big dreams and goals with conviction
Neglecting our friends, family and home with fear
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So take time to respect the good old days
When you yearn to spend time in your childish ways
my perfect, darling cat :)
Years pass like trees out a car window. My hands on the steering wheel, your music in my head. The road trip music, the chill rock where the guitar is the lead and the singer takes second. Somehow you find your way into the bass players strings. Low and aggressive, relaxed and gentle. You’re with me as I drive through the mountains
midnight doodles
Mac Miller, Circles
Melissa, 23, she/her, Canadian, poetry and a little bit of everything all of the time
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