Comments on: the autumn never ends

By: Anonymous, collaborated.

Anonymous, collaborated. — Sun, 20 Dec 2009 07:57:04 +0000

In the place I have yet to find, I gather my wishes like coins and drown them in the wishing well. The drops of rain are but guiltless tears and there are painted mornings of gold and spun Valentine evenings.

The world falls down (it flees your footsteps, as only I will trace them) and time is reordered, but the dawn was breaking the bones of your heart like twigs. Like twigs… The departed are but cities of dust and bones, now, and it is here that I meet you, love of my life. Your eyes can be so cruel, just as I can be cruel.

Your genius is not for that monochrome world, my love, my beloved, my golden sorrow. It’s for mine.

By: A Ray of Sunshine

A Ray of Sunshine — Fri, 13 Mar 2009 14:56:37 +0000

I may be young, but the place I want to find
Is a place where it’s warm. There are thunderstorms, and sunny days. People don’t lie here. They accept the things that seem odd. And forgive, but don’t forget. Questions aren’t always answered, that would make life to easy. But things are less questionable. You can tell who to trust just by looking at them. The one you love, will love you back. Worrying about the future will always happen. But here, you know that as long as you have the one you love, you’ll be fine. And you know that person loves you back.

yes I’m a dreamer

By: anthony

anthony — Wed, 12 Nov 2008 05:08:11 +0000

we played like children past the headstones. snow fell from a tree above us and swirled into the air; was the snow moving, or only the wind? the white calm tumbling from the sky seemed to mute all the colors and sounds of the graveyard. snowflakes were beading into water droplets in your hair. you seemed to pause for a moment, and lit a cigarette.

By: dove

dove — Mon, 06 Oct 2008 05:00:25 +0000

Lovely.

By: dove

dove — Mon, 06 Oct 2008 01:50:08 +0000

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too

(Keats)

By: Poe

Poe — Wed, 17 Sep 2008 23:46:26 +0000

I’m yet to find a place I want to find.
Perhaps I’m holding myself back, restricting myself to things I’ve seen or wanted to see, trying to put them together in different ways to make me happy.
In the place I want to find, I don’t need to move things to make them happy.
I can be happy under gray skies, or above red leaves,
a softly smelling carpet of nature
that makes me think of things I used to have.
In the place I want to find,
I won’t need anything.

By: orinoco womble

orinoco womble — Mon, 15 Sep 2008 08:50:43 +0000

Forever Autumn…forever renewal. Forever the end and new beginning.
Forever the Jubilee.

By: Lupus Draconis

Lupus Draconis — Mon, 15 Sep 2008 07:11:40 +0000

In the place I want to find, night forever reigns; a comforting darkness of secrets and whispers on the edge of hearing, where moonlight illuminates but does not define and forms are suggested but never truly revealed, and stars trace patterns through the sky that we watch and muse and share and laugh, but always soft and always quiet so as not to disturb the tranquility of moonbeams dancing through the leaves and warm winds flowing from the hills and gentle song and loving eyes and silent words that mean the world.

By: ritz

ritz — Sun, 14 Sep 2008 13:11:25 +0000

got it but the why remains.

By: MalikTous

MalikTous — Sun, 14 Sep 2008 13:00:41 +0000

Did you want any lightning rods?

Guess I’m stuck playing herald for Dark’s Pandemonium again, leading the October People in another festival of their hunt for new attractions.

If you missed it, buy some new sneakers.

If you still don’t get it, Ray Bradbury missed you…