Life is about the innumerable love of disperse, who realizes reality, but that of love, of those who can only see understanding in the past. So now do we speak of remembrance, of pain, and of the memory of those who feel for life and love lost between strength and remembrance. Dance for the… Continue reading R.I.P.
Author: Byron McLeod
Milkshake connoisseur, anime fanatic, with an honours in literature. This blog is a way to express myself in all my creative endeavors as I travel and experience new things.
Secret thoughts of dreaming minds
What is beauty really? Why do we breathe, speak and live? When the beauty of one surrounds us? When one knows what is and what was? How we can believe in a concept innumerable as the stars? So we wander and stare at something incomprehensible in a vast universe of brightness. We stare… Continue reading Secret thoughts of dreaming minds
The rhythm of words
So it's been a while since I last posted anything. Been busy with uni and exams... What can you do? Anyways today i thought I would post something thats intrigued me for a while. I was in a terrible mood this morning and then my phone which i thought was broken, fixed itself yay!! So i decided… Continue reading The rhythm of words
Light
Scattered across the darkness of night given form through starring light. Flickering glimmers so far away shining through me here to stay, deepness echoed through hearts of bonds, lighted means in centered fond, so speak not of broken dreams but of far away lights bonded by the seams. Hope passes through the beauty of life… Continue reading Light
We own the sky
Here she sits trembling on her own, No one to take her home. So lost in her world. She forgets her name, Here we go again. Don't tremble little girl, This end is not for you. Dreams so far away, and the sky is here to stay So don't cry because we own the sky.… Continue reading We own the sky
Scented means of Scented queens
Swept through curtains on silken rise. Just beyond sunsets of gentle cries. With soft intent and blissful content, Does it float along, almost in song. To a place of dreams, hanging wistfully by the seams. Neither frayed nor flayed does it move past. In hopeful abandon, almost in tandem, forever last. … Continue reading Scented means of Scented queens
The Dumbledore effect
One word, Natsu. I intend to base my protagonist upon an immature, brazen hero featured in fairy tail. For those of you unaware Natsu is a lanky boy who relies on brawn and no brain to defeat his opponents. He is stubborn and characteristically clueless when it comes to girls. He is however a great… Continue reading The Dumbledore effect
Rambling Neurons
I watch and I see. I watch every single moment. Not trapped, nor awake, but merely undefined in reason, indiscriminate of either conscious or subconscious thought. Do I partake in either of these thoughts? I do not know. All I know, is that during these moments of intellectual intake, I feel almost pensive, while talking in… Continue reading Rambling Neurons
Dashboard Confessional
Contentment, peppered over by a small dose of charm and sliced up into little melodious pieces. All layered upon each other to achieve that delicate balance between distraction and distinction. Whether I am singing along at the top of my lungs, or preoccupied with writing and listening to this keeps me mellow. It matters not… Continue reading Dashboard Confessional
In and out of Wonderland
Ethereal, realism, hazing through a reality that was born from the dreams of dragon flies and talking flowers. Roses sing. Daisies muse. Yet, in the end, the violets are always true, True in song and in rhyme, always singing forever, for neither a dream, nor a dime. So do I wonder through wonderland, not… Continue reading In and out of Wonderland
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