Thoughts of you float in my mind. Your voice, how you tell me about your day, and so many so ons. Missing you, wondering if you’re missing me. If thoughts of me cross your mind, and what those thoughts would be. I believe you think of me, because whenever we speak I can always hear you smile when I say my precious names for you. Somehow your voice pulls out every negative part of my day away. So that the world and all of the realities with it just melt away; and I can just be me, with you.
writing is so hard compared to art when u try to tweak ur writing a little bit u have to change up entire paragraphs but if u wanna change sth in ur art u just use the liquify tool
Here’s an easy one you can write about! Roses!! Please write a poem about a red rose slowly turned into pink and then white when winter comes please? ~X-Over Anon
Hello 👋 Anonymous. Hope you're doing wonderful.
Now that's an interesting concept. Thank you for the idea. I have tried my best. Here it is.
Roses
My heart will sing
All individual notes.
All heaven bells will ding
And hit all the right notes.
The flower in your hand
Is a piece of my heart.
You're like a grand
Piece of lovely art.
From seasons to years
This rose will bloom.
It's all yours
Like a personal heirloom.
It slowly changes and grows
Along with you.
Into different colours it glows
Just like you.
From red to pink
And pink to white.
From young love to adult sync
And from that to old flight.
2021, April 8th
_MJ
I hope you like it Anon! Have a wonderful day ahead 😄
- and i'm sorry that God can be cruel but what if they were right? what if we were made for the grave, you and i? then i say so be it. let them come and let them know that while i am gone my heart still beats for you in the next life, in a thousand lives we have not lived yet. everything is alright.
“There is something soaked and dawn flavoured about her. Something kissed by the wild and loved by lightning. She looks like the sun as it rises after kissing the dawn.”
And when I hear your voice as you speak to me I act as if in a trance. I relax and calm down from the day instantly. It's like your mouth and your voice hide the sun from the world; and I get to hear glimpses of its bright rays from you every night.
April brings a swarm of June bugs like I’ve never seen. In the dark, they tap against the windows of a house and almost sound like rain. Chasing lights, even the tiniest sliver admitting from blinds.
They say all it takes is chemistry but I wasn't convinced. I believed that I wasn't going to be the exception. I was the rule. That is until I met you, and I started believing all of those sayings. You understood me. You never made me feel rushed or pressured to open up. All of these feelings were sudden and gradual at the same time. Nothing was forced. Everything was natural. I didn't have to try, I could just be me, and that feeling of just being me is freeing.
I feel like I could fly to the moon with you. I don’t feel constrained or critiqued. I don’t feel like I have to conquer a battlefield to make you see me. I don’t feel like I have to tread carefully over every little word I say; because we understand each other.
You are truly beautiful. All of you is beautiful not just from your appearance; but it's in the way you think. It's all of the words and sentences you speak into existence coming from your mind. It's how the sound of your voice feels like paradise. It's how we can talk all night and never get bored of each other. It's even when we don't have much to say or we're not feeling well, and yet we can still enjoy being together in silence. Everything I could say about you is endless; but the best way I can describe you is that