I Wish I Was a Bustling City on a Beach
Everybody loves me,
I know how to enjoy life.
The nights are brighter than the days
And the miniature waves,
Nonamed,
Waved close to the shore,
In correspondence to the bumping of twelve foot speakers,
Bumping more and more.
I am a home for a nightfall full of fun,
A lot of drama, and bad decisions.
People occur when they want excitement,
Also when they want to forget,
But I don’t provide enlightenment ,
I provide a table for two and a bottle of Moët.
Finally,
I include something for myself.
A distant, lonely beach,
A much needed help
So that I can just turn my back
And be myself
Everybody loves me,
I know how to enjoy life.
The nights are brighter than the days
And the miniature waves,
Nonamed,
Waved close to the shore,
In correspondence to the bumping of twelve foot speakers,
Bumping more and more.
I am a home for a nightfall full of fun,
A lot of drama, and bad decisions.
People occur when they want excitement,
Also when they want to forget,
But I don’t provide enlightenment ,
I provide a table for two and a bottle of Moët.
Finally,
I include something for myself.
A distant, lonely beach,
A much needed help
So that I can just turn my back
And be myself
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A cutout from a short story - Dragons, butterflies and lies (Leverda, 2)
At first notice, the island seemed thick with exotic trees, only to Kevin they weren’t trees, they were monsters and this was all a sick, twisted joke. Pushing vines away and fighting with the spiderweb that was hugging his face, he wasn’t finding anything. He stood out of breath with a green pastel painting surrounding him in each direction. Even above him, there was no blue, only more green. The ground was carpeted with tall grass and sticks and logs that have never been touched by a human hand. Everything is green. Light green, dark green, olive green, brown green and blue green with a shade of yellow. He would find strange fruit and strange trees and strange bushes, but nothing that would settle him.
After about four hours of frantic searching for human companions, his fears prevailed. It was certain. He was alone on a soulless island. His small, light blue, waterproof bag was still tied around his left wrist on top of his charm bracelet.
At first notice, the island seemed thick with exotic trees, only to Kevin they weren’t trees, they were monsters and this was all a sick, twisted joke. Pushing vines away and fighting with the spiderweb that was hugging his face, he wasn’t finding anything. He stood out of breath with a green pastel painting surrounding him in each direction. Even above him, there was no blue, only more green. The ground was carpeted with tall grass and sticks and logs that have never been touched by a human hand. Everything is green. Light green, dark green, olive green, brown green and blue green with a shade of yellow. He would find strange fruit and strange trees and strange bushes, but nothing that would settle him.
After about four hours of frantic searching for human companions, his fears prevailed. It was certain. He was alone on a soulless island. His small, light blue, waterproof bag was still tied around his left wrist on top of his charm bracelet.