Ma mère Nature flows through frame
Her fluid beauty burns saline soul healing.
Drowning in her embrace is warm.
Memory of salty love hangs on bedroom wall.
Twinkle lights the block, jingle bells tickle, Christmas Spirit spreads like frost on window pane, warm like cocoa in my cup. ~Sophia Tesch
I don't hate you, I just wish my happiness over yours. I don't hate you, I just love my money more than you and your ability to eat food or be healthy. I don't hate you, I just don't want you to live next to me. I don't hate you, I don't hate anyone, because I am a wonderful person. And I say that to myself when I fall asleep and dream oblivious of the bomb that incinerates a man thousands of miles away.
Artwork by Xi Pan http://www.xipan.com
A Mother's hug
Warm, with the scent of soap.
All better now.
My Midnight Run
Moonlight dances on my skin,
My hooves pound soft ground,
Grass whips my ankles as I sprint free,
No rider to hold me, no man owns me.
Cool wind's caress intertwines with my hot deep breaths.
I run to my horizon-- my final rest.
Times they change, we must adapt.
A few characters take the place of a paragraph.
Short retort bursts volley between you and me.
The joy :)
The tears :(
Sent in brief moments we seize
Shared with a colon and parenthesis.
Music plays, little lights blink from a tiny machine.
Can the true depth of my thoughts be captured on this small screen?
R u able 2 c what I mean?
What happened to the written word?
At times it all seems quite absurd.
Language and sentiment has become
Abbreviated symbols under your thumb.
Thanks Facebook friend J.Washington for the inspiration.
Welcome sunshine glows friendly from
the bloom, a secret lust desire nibbles at the edges.
A new year,
A fresh start,
Turn dreams into action.
Another opportunity won.