O. C. Woods
Write to express the passion in heart or from Stars fallen I draw with words to be grateful to'em. more »
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O. C. Woods Poems
My favorite destination is your shore that bright golden clear sky you pour You walk I run to fill the gap of life being not what I've wanted
</>HE IS SITTING ON THE BIG RED COUCH GINGERBREAD CRUMS ON HIS CROUCH WONDERING MIND AND SWALLEN ANCKLE RED SHIRT ON and a need to tackle.
Read the night
</>STARS MY PUNCTUATION FOR THIS CHAOS INSPIRATION DARK SPELLS NEXT TO MOONLIGHT CANDELS THIS DAY I'VE READ THE NIGHT, SHE TOLD ME I WAS YOURS.
The muse of mornings and evenings is running from room to room, in small wooden steps procratination's fading away when she shines tears dried up under her purple spells
In orda to say farewell
Back from The Black Cloudy Weeks Tired but on my feet and ready to eat the tricks Days like raindrops I'll never wanted leading the end Getting ready for goodbyes, again friend
Build up things that will perish soon through easy wind broken kaleidoscope and road told awful but I'm not blind green gems on dark lively earth and her litle woodhouse shines many pictures of different posture sweet Love of ours
Two Years Old
Time has come to celebrate the day cold snow sunny ice and two years along the way Dear Star of Winter shines for long to give us warmth Dear Star from power young the second year is worth
</>I SPY WITH MY LITTLE EYE SOMETHING THAT SEEMS PASSIONNATE A PERFECT SONG FOR US TO BREATHE AT A SLOW RATE SINGING ALONG THROUGH THE RAYS, NOTHING TO DO DO YOU KNOW IF LIFE HAS BIG PLANS FOR YOU?
Now flown from heavy rain to devouring sun i reach the warmth of shores through Serpertine changed from scratch and new to shade erase the former days to forget what in Love was made.
'Clear Eye Clouded Mind'
Dear old friends my soundtrack for a white night Snow or sleepless? both and killing thought write on this day that the poet is dead
'The ocean takes me into watch you shaking Watch you weigh your powers Tempt with hours of pleasure Take me one more time'
'You spoke to me through her you spoke to me from the sky, the trees. Before I knew I loved you, believed in you. When did you first touch my heart?
Olive & George
</>IF ONLY I JUST COULD TAKE BACK THURSDAY OUR DRINKS WOULDN'T MISS THE OLIVE! HOLDEN IS AROUND
THE WARMTH OF THE LAZY DAYS IS NOW SPRAIN ANKLE & GREAT SONGS, OUT OF SORROW. THE WORDS BRING US CLOSER,10 MINUTES FROM OVER & OUT ENDINGS THE FRENCH SUMMER IS FULL, TRACKS WHITER THAN PERFECT CLOUDS.
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
My favorite destination is your shore
that bright golden clear sky you pour
You walk I run to fill the gap of life being not what I've wanted
you walk I pretend not being under your so tempting spell never to fold
In the train I remember the first line back then
when we met and first fell to stay written
From this day until me last I'll wear your Stars on heart high
write the words I have to paint wishing for a you-flavored reply
'Love you' send from Sun and smile brought to lips
text me Moon, I'll read savor read squeezing letters to inspirational ...