Journal Entry 95: Robin Riddle by BlackinkMoonWolf, literature
Literature
Journal Entry 95: Robin Riddle
Why is a Robin like a writing desk?
It can readily respond with reverence to the resounding remembrances of written word, like remedies running rampant through ravaged hearts, it's rough remake resolving everything written henceforth.
How many times was r written by the Robin?
Journal Entry 94: Bring Me Back by BlackinkMoonWolf, literature
Literature
Journal Entry 94: Bring Me Back
I went for a walk to clear my head
Of thoughts that should be long since dead,
And bit by bit I broke my battle armour down,
Finally letting it fall into frown,
From then on I took my heart to those harrowed feilds,
The sweetest nectar that it yields,
And later waited with my chest laid bare,
To wish that the world would end me there.
Years of waiting,
Joy and tears,
Coming back to see you here,
Where I once was,
And will be again,
To tell the story of a long lost friend,
Come back with me,
If you must,
If you feel it best to trust,
To trust the waves,
The liquid flow,
That moves our lives to and fro,
It's not an ending,
It's a story,
It'
Journal Entry 93: Lasting in Years by BlackinkMoonWolf, literature
Literature
Journal Entry 93: Lasting in Years
I wonder what life would be like if we didn't count years, If we based the end times on the sorrowful tears, If we began again at every new smile, If we took the time to hold back awhile. We'd live our whole lifetime, In just a couple of years, We'd have every memory, And none of the fears, Because in that time we'd live forever, We'd end when we're ready, We'd fall when we're able, And rise to be steady, Fill out the fable, We'd be both dead and immortal, And have every chance, To make everything we go through, Something to last.
Journal Entry 91: Breathless by BlackinkMoonWolf, literature
Literature
Journal Entry 91: Breathless
I miss your hugs, I long for your kiss, I miss your touch, and your gentle lips. I hope you sleep well, I hope you sleep sweet, I hope my heart holds out until again we can meet. --- Dark Horizon
Journal Entry 90: Please by BlackinkMoonWolf, literature
Literature
Journal Entry 90: Please
When I break, leave the pieces where they lie, When I shatter, leave the shards where they lie, When I am consumed by darkness, please let me die, You need only touch my soul with fire, And pray the Valkyries find my funeral pyre. -- Dark Horizon
Journal Entry 89: Goodnight My Darling by BlackinkMoonWolf, literature
Literature
Journal Entry 89: Goodnight My Darling
Goodnight my darling, Goodnight my love, Good luck tomorrow, With the skies above, We'll keep you safe, We'll keep you warm, Hold you closer and outlast this storm, For now sleep sweet, For now sleep calm, Dreaming always of this steady song, And when you wake, Come chat with me, And by morning light we'll both feel free, So goodnight my darling, Goodnight my love, Precious treasure, In the stars above, I'll be here for you, Till the break of day, Know that I won't ever fall or fade away.
Journal Entry 88: Our Connection by BlackinkMoonWolf, literature
Literature
Journal Entry 88: Our Connection
Love is bitter, Love is sweet, Love can sweep you off your feet, Love is special, Love is kind, Love is holding up the blinds, Love is selfish but relents, Focusing on what feels the best, Until all that's left to wonder is what they may behest, Love is taking on the troubles, Taking on the fun, On and on until it falters, On until it's done, And when it gets tough enough, To finally hit that break, Love is breaking past the pitfalls, Driving past the stake, Love is falling into steady, Love is standing at the ready, Love is trusting, Love is loving, And love is one. Knowing that it's only ever just begun.
Journal Entry 87: Potential Dances by BlackinkMoonWolf, literature
Literature
Journal Entry 87: Potential Dances
Leaves falling in the wind,
Waves that bubble and mix,
Shadows that flow into each other,
Half hugs and a kiss,
Winding and swift movements of skateboards,
Bouncing and spinning like jazz,
Parades circling through the streets,
Puppets to a tune, feet to the beat,
The tapping of a texter,
The clumsy actions faster,
The hurried jumping from one stair to another,
Jingle of purse straps and bottle caps,
This is where potential rests.
Journal Entry 85: Fire Bright by BlackinkMoonWolf, literature
Literature
Journal Entry 85: Fire Bright
Sparks fly throughout the night,
Waking up the burnt and bright,
Spilled through all the pain and fear,
Wishing it was quiet here,
Sparks rumble and spread their wings,
Spring into your hopes and your dreams,
It all depends on how you feel it,
If it sears you'll know to seal it,
Warmth the lesser chases off the cold,
Spares the horror of frozen's hold,
Spends it's days within our hearts,
Keeping the beat and playing it's part,
So sing with me to keep it calm,
The burn and crackle that lends it's palm,
Let's sleep within a comforting burrow,
Where cold outside lets the fire feel humble,
And snuggle within the deepest of days,
Be with us an
Journal Entry 86: Stacking Sweaters by BlackinkMoonWolf, literature
Literature
Journal Entry 86: Stacking Sweaters
I stack my sweaters all up high,
I'll watch them unravel as days go by,
I pick one up and try one on,
I think about what is lost and what is gone,
Then I fold it back up and start again,
Bracing the chill in the winter wind,
And break the silence with a tune,
That lets me know it will be soon.
Journal Entry 95: Robin Riddle by BlackinkMoonWolf, literature
Literature
Journal Entry 95: Robin Riddle
Why is a Robin like a writing desk?
It can readily respond with reverence to the resounding remembrances of written word, like remedies running rampant through ravaged hearts, it's rough remake resolving everything written henceforth.
How many times was r written by the Robin?
Journal Entry 94: Bring Me Back by BlackinkMoonWolf, literature
Literature
Journal Entry 94: Bring Me Back
I went for a walk to clear my head
Of thoughts that should be long since dead,
And bit by bit I broke my battle armour down,
Finally letting it fall into frown,
From then on I took my heart to those harrowed feilds,
The sweetest nectar that it yields,
And later waited with my chest laid bare,
To wish that the world would end me there.
Years of waiting,
Joy and tears,
Coming back to see you here,
Where I once was,
And will be again,
To tell the story of a long lost friend,
Come back with me,
If you must,
If you feel it best to trust,
To trust the waves,
The liquid flow,
That moves our lives to and fro,
It's not an ending,
It's a story,
It'
Journal Entry 93: Lasting in Years by BlackinkMoonWolf, literature
Literature
Journal Entry 93: Lasting in Years
I wonder what life would be like if we didn't count years, If we based the end times on the sorrowful tears, If we began again at every new smile, If we took the time to hold back awhile. We'd live our whole lifetime, In just a couple of years, We'd have every memory, And none of the fears, Because in that time we'd live forever, We'd end when we're ready, We'd fall when we're able, And rise to be steady, Fill out the fable, We'd be both dead and immortal, And have every chance, To make everything we go through, Something to last.
Journal Entry 91: Breathless by BlackinkMoonWolf, literature
Literature
Journal Entry 91: Breathless
I miss your hugs, I long for your kiss, I miss your touch, and your gentle lips. I hope you sleep well, I hope you sleep sweet, I hope my heart holds out until again we can meet. --- Dark Horizon
Journal Entry 90: Please by BlackinkMoonWolf, literature
Literature
Journal Entry 90: Please
When I break, leave the pieces where they lie, When I shatter, leave the shards where they lie, When I am consumed by darkness, please let me die, You need only touch my soul with fire, And pray the Valkyries find my funeral pyre. -- Dark Horizon
Journal Entry 89: Goodnight My Darling by BlackinkMoonWolf, literature
Literature
Journal Entry 89: Goodnight My Darling
Goodnight my darling, Goodnight my love, Good luck tomorrow, With the skies above, We'll keep you safe, We'll keep you warm, Hold you closer and outlast this storm, For now sleep sweet, For now sleep calm, Dreaming always of this steady song, And when you wake, Come chat with me, And by morning light we'll both feel free, So goodnight my darling, Goodnight my love, Precious treasure, In the stars above, I'll be here for you, Till the break of day, Know that I won't ever fall or fade away.
Journal Entry 88: Our Connection by BlackinkMoonWolf, literature
Literature
Journal Entry 88: Our Connection
Love is bitter, Love is sweet, Love can sweep you off your feet, Love is special, Love is kind, Love is holding up the blinds, Love is selfish but relents, Focusing on what feels the best, Until all that's left to wonder is what they may behest, Love is taking on the troubles, Taking on the fun, On and on until it falters, On until it's done, And when it gets tough enough, To finally hit that break, Love is breaking past the pitfalls, Driving past the stake, Love is falling into steady, Love is standing at the ready, Love is trusting, Love is loving, And love is one. Knowing that it's only ever just begun.
Journal Entry 87: Potential Dances by BlackinkMoonWolf, literature
Literature
Journal Entry 87: Potential Dances
Leaves falling in the wind,
Waves that bubble and mix,
Shadows that flow into each other,
Half hugs and a kiss,
Winding and swift movements of skateboards,
Bouncing and spinning like jazz,
Parades circling through the streets,
Puppets to a tune, feet to the beat,
The tapping of a texter,
The clumsy actions faster,
The hurried jumping from one stair to another,
Jingle of purse straps and bottle caps,
This is where potential rests.
Journal Entry 86: Stacking Sweaters by BlackinkMoonWolf, literature
Literature
Journal Entry 86: Stacking Sweaters
I stack my sweaters all up high,
I'll watch them unravel as days go by,
I pick one up and try one on,
I think about what is lost and what is gone,
Then I fold it back up and start again,
Bracing the chill in the winter wind,
And break the silence with a tune,
That lets me know it will be soon.
Journal Entry 85: Fire Bright by BlackinkMoonWolf, literature
Literature
Journal Entry 85: Fire Bright
Sparks fly throughout the night,
Waking up the burnt and bright,
Spilled through all the pain and fear,
Wishing it was quiet here,
Sparks rumble and spread their wings,
Spring into your hopes and your dreams,
It all depends on how you feel it,
If it sears you'll know to seal it,
Warmth the lesser chases off the cold,
Spares the horror of frozen's hold,
Spends it's days within our hearts,
Keeping the beat and playing it's part,
So sing with me to keep it calm,
The burn and crackle that lends it's palm,
Let's sleep within a comforting burrow,
Where cold outside lets the fire feel humble,
And snuggle within the deepest of days,
Be with us an