MarinaMellon

Literary Love The sun shone down And universe felt like it didn’t need anything else And I’m laying on my bed Thinking of all the things I’ve read And I think of you Like the best composition And there’s a reason To think you are a masterpiece Literary art come to life, oh so fine And the pages Are like glances from the beauty in your eyes And I couldn’t even grasp These chapters of our story won’t last Soon, even the end will come and the tale will end And who knows It might have been an amazing story A best seller novelty Our love

"Winter is coming," said the North Wind to the South, "The cold blows in while love blows out."

Dear sister; I wish that you would not surround yourself with candles- You allow them to burn bright and scent the air, flame to sing enticingly and the moth, which seeks the crackle of lilting song, to dance around the warmth, only to ignite in the hot and dry air. Dear sister; I wish you would handle social situations better- You stand tall like a princess warrior, hard as iron, wit sharp as Madame Guillotine, but don't understand that your razor-sharp tongue will cut a suitor to shreds. Dear sister; I wish that you didn't equip yourself with such dense armour. You wear chainmail, steel cuirass, arm braces, leg gauntlets and anythin

"what does the color blue remind you of?" it spells out the ocean, blue tastes like the sky, it reminds me of him, who's no longer mine saturn, let me in your presence i painted my soul black and dotted my eyes with jade; diamonds rained from clouds and they don't fix the lonliness               (you can't buy               happiness, but               you can buy my                               h       e                              t)        a                                   r

Love… what is love…? The word ‘love’ and ‘romance’ were alien to me. I could only smile whenever my friends asked me about my love life. On a few occasions – birthday party or a reunion –   they introduced me to their male friends, thinking that I might be interested in them. But I was not the kind who could find romance with a snap of a finger and all I could do was laugh. Of course, my friends believe in true love, that one day they’ll find their soulmate and spend the rest of their lives with them. Well… I was not one of them. I kept wandering around the streets with a single st

 Sometimes angels forget they can fly.

Countless years I spent stumbling blindly along, believing my ways to be right and never wrong. Foolish and naive was I, a common trait of the young, but if I knew the pain I'd cause, I would have cut out my tongue. I was a lost soul, always angry and quick to rage. Confused by the world around me, like a dog in a cage. Too many enemies and not enough friends, with no sight or signs for the nightmare's end. Many bad decisions made, and friendships broken, as the vicious cycle continued its course. My conscience betrayed, almost abandoned, the only feeling left to me was remorse. I came to a crossroads, and had a choice to make, one I knew

the girl had a camera, a kitchen, a sewing kit, and cosmetics she said        i want to be a photographer, a cook, a costume and makeup designer they said          you don't have all the time in the world she said        i dont have a watch        

you dont need a masters to be a professional all you need is starbucks and passion

i'm a tough cookie you mumble though i know all biscuits in the end they crumble