

Cafeteria Ramble There was a cozy little corner in the cafeteria where he liked to take his breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It was in this fashion he could sit facing away from the crowd of students eating their meals, and be at least somewhat shielded from the cacophony of sound that assaulted his ears.Cafeteria Ramble by ~Wistfulwish
There wasn't much to look at, in all honesty. The window was abominably filthy; the sill coated with a thick layer - some sort of hybrid blend of grime and dust that stuck greedily to your fingers if you tried to sweep it away. Streaks of a window cleaner could be seen on the glass panel - the result of previous, unsuccessful attempts at cleaning it.
Not t


Love Poem It is the one thing you seek, as elusive as a soft breezeLove Poem by ~Wistfulwish
caressing your cheek.
It is the rose that speaks silently
in a language known only to the heart,
binding people together,
or breaking them apart.
A simply complicated
real fantasy
for wise fools
It is the passing of summer in a single day,
the sunset on the beach where palm trees sway
It is the whispering wish of the wind
sighing for what she has sinned
A wonderfully painful,
strangely familiar
fictional reality
It is larger than life,
far more troublesome than strife
It is the hanging fruit just out of reach,
the smooth pebbles on the sandy beach
It is e


Hesitate The emotions are piling upHesitate by ~Wistfulwish
Like flakes of falling snow
The whispers of a winter wind
Tell the truth he'll never know
The drops of rain are steady
Endless pour, never ceasing
I want to take the leap
But I don't know if I'm ready
Uncertainty clouds my mind
While Doubt and Fear align
A Shadow trembles in the dark
Of the one I left behind
Time is impatient and unsympathetic
As he hurries along ahead
But I am left to ponder
Filled with fear and dread
I can't see the road ahead
But the sky is filled with stars
How can one be so distant
And yet fill me with such warmth?
I want to move forward
And see what lies ahead
I can't sta


A Poem Look to the skyA Poem by ~Wistfulwish
Before you walk
There's a man up there
Who would like to have a talk
You'd have to squint to really see
Look to your left
Now to your right
He's a rather elusive man, isn't he?
But he likes to roam about
He won't come back, you know
even if you give a shout
There's a row of sunflowers in the thicket
If you're fast you'll catch him waiting
No, he has no interest in the flower
It's just the leaves he'll be painting
Pull the gate back and hear a creak
Before you have the chance to speak
Brush and paint clatter and splatter
And all that's left are emerald footprints
They'll lead you through the trees
Just when