The washing tides

The names levi im 19, and i love the art of poetry. It is so easy to lose oneself in it. In my blog you will probably find my poetry and pictures related to how i feel enjoy =]

From the Depths

It is as if i can’t even be seen

abandoned in high tides im left to careen

come save me from this blue abyssal

i am stuck in this twilight dismissal

no light around what is left shine

please just give me a sign

a sign of relief a sign of release

make this growing pain finally cease

anchored i am to the floor below

doomed to drown in the undertow

just please save me

taking me so willingly

now i fall again into the ocean i sprang

playing in my head the song you sang

giving back is all i ever knew

now it seems to be all i ever do

making you smile no matter the price

it is all i wanted no matter the sacrifice

i hope you are happy with all that i could

staring back at the place where i once stood

second from first its nothing new

a familiar flight i flew

i’ll lay in the sand and feel the rain

maybe a bigger impression i’ll gain

so the person next may see

what is and will be

a stepping stone to the stream of life

one step closer on this fearful stife

take it as i give it for you

as it is what i was shown too

clearing the path for one more to find

realizing this chance is one of a kind

I apologize for the sky so dark

i layed it before you to embark

give me the chance to guide you once more

and i promise to lead you to shore

The Book

When stars grow dark and skies turn grey

even on your rainiest of days

i’ll be here to save the drowned

with heart light and help abound

for when my day was turned to night

you took me by the hand without fright

healed my wounds with your good of heart

you repainted me like a masterpiece of art

let me take hold of what ales

and together we can tell the greatful tales

of a man who is from a man who was

and how you helped him just because

we’ll walk each step hand in hand

and leave our footprints in the sand

write a new chapter in your own book

just turn the page and have a look

a story unfolds yet to be seen

and write on the page left clean

on to others we can then share

and i can show you then how i care

like a rose in bloom the beauty comes out

but it takes time for it to come about

so brilliant and bright are the colors vivid

forward he fell now backward he slid

i am here and i will stand strong

knowing where i belong

i was here from the very start

and picking up the pieces of your broken heart

let me write a page or two

so that i may show you

of the beauty that lies inside

and that i have nothing to hide

and when it feels like you have nothing to gain

i’ll teach you how to dance in the rain

to breath on for another day

and no more burden on your heart wiegh

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The morning glory cloud. Some of the photos look as if they were photoshopped but it is only a natural phenomenon, although very rare. It is mostly observed in Northern Australia’s Gulf of Carpentaria. As you can see, the cloud looks like a roll. It can be up to 1000 kilometres long, 1 to 2 kilometres high, and can move at speeds up to 60 kilometres per hour.

The morning glory cloud. Some of the photos look as if they were photoshopped but it is only a natural phenomenon, although very rare. It is mostly observed in Northern Australia’s Gulf of Carpentaria. As you can see, the cloud looks like a roll. It can be up to 1000 kilometres long, 1 to 2 kilometres high, and can move at speeds up to 60 kilometres per hour.

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revolverrr asked: LEEEEEVI ❤

TRAYYYYYLIII :D

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Let’s Be Adventurers

Let’s Be Adventurers

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The hands tick forward for a reason.

The hands tick forward for a reason.

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Rain

The thoughts fall like the rain outside

swift and heavily from the sky untied

it opresses the sun from shining through

even on the darkest days pursued

the sky falls in a circle around

and i am eternally to myself bound

forever lost in my empty self

all i hear is the rain on the shelf

laying as it engulfs the good in me

it echoes from regret and agony

so ill lay here and listen to the endless song

as the rain falls on my face all night long

forever hoping to be one day dry

and make this choatic life less awry

waiting for someone to help me through

being alone not knowing what to do

sleeping sound is an impossible task

when i lie inside of my own cask

tommorow comes but at the cost of another grain of sand

falling one by one, my time grows thin and bland

flawed i am by my imperfections abound

kept afloat by the beauty of nature that surrounds

coming to reality i see that it isnt the rain that i hear

but the sounds of my own tears

revolverrr asked: LEVI. QUIT CREEPING!

Mam i do believe that is not a question =]