Tell me, do you believe in ecstasy? For most people, it’s just a fantasy. Will it ever find you, ever capture your soul and hold you until you feel rapture? Sliding down slopes of exhilaration til every cell in your body is in exaltation Going beyond happiness, beyond state of bliss Paradise of pleasure and
They meet at the secret garden A luscious lawn of vibrant green Fluffy clouds embellish the sky Hazy feelings, like a dream. Voluptuous and curvaceous She floats to him so gracious There he stands like a soldier Muscles sturdy like a boulder Alluring auras Drawn to each other L e s s e n i
Ivy was a garden fairy who guarded her plant friends with fierce protection. On days when the human gardeners slacked off and left her garden dehydrated, her anger caused a rainstorm, and this kept her plant friends happily hydrated. Her garden was upmost important to her, for she felt so passionate about the plant kingdom.
Wild heart does not mind getting bruised Wild heart has nothing to lose Wild heart does not mind feeling ill Wild heart is hungry for thrills Wounded heart is distant and weary Wounded heart is cold and dreary Wounded heart sings the saddest song Wounded heart wants to be proven wrong Wandering heart is looking
“Shoot for the moon. And if you miss, you’ll land among the stars.” I have a hyperactive imagination. I’m always dreaming, all the time. I like to write as a way of reminding myself that fantasy and reality are different. I don’t think we should ever stop dreaming though, no matter what people say. I
Sitting and looking back in agony now all the misunderstandings that happened somehow opportunities I prayed for but too scared to really take only full of fear, when a dream came to my face I pulled back, rejecting the one thing I wanted most Angel knocked on my door and I just faded like a