There’s a kitten in the corner In my bathroom, by the shower He’s the cutest little fella Sitting near the big gorilla And the rabbits make my day As they turn and hop away Through the grasses and the trees Just as happy as they please And the church just down the street Looks like something that should tweet While the pepper, cut in half, Is enjoying a great laugh But my husband rolls his eyes Which is really no surprise...
I know a quiet girl so shy, Head down, she rarely speaks. She fears the world around her— Anxiety's technique. ♡♡♡ Her salty tears shroud bright blue eyes, But no one sees her cry. The corner is her friend for now; She prays pain says, “Goodbye.” ♡♡♡ No hope in sight, her eyes snap shut; She dreams a little dream. Creating worlds where she'll belong— A rainbow-colored scheme. ♡♡♡ She'll dance on clouds and find her voice;...
An Adventure of epic proportion a discovery of wild imagination Comes now to your mind with joy with the salty and the sweet A day like no other day a moment like no other moment a place like no other place sharing the salty and the sweet A time like no time has ever been circling the world with newness of breath no one has ever discovered before tasting the salty and the sweet My mind is expanding and growing life...
She was plain as paper. There was something very nondescript about her. The darkish, straight brows, the blue eyes that were just that - blue. Not a special blue, or a sparkling blue. They were neither light blue nor dark. Just blue. The oval face that was slightly long, the pursed lips and the small chin. All of these features were plain, yet when you added them together, it made for a pleasant looking face. She was neit...
You’re probably wondering where the voices in your head come from. I’m here to set the record straight. I wasn’t always so opinionated, but now I must speak up. Some call me the man in the moon. Well, that’s your easy definition! I’m neither man nor woman; I’m your conscience. You know the old saying: “Let your conscience be your guide.” Not many adhere to this; fewer today are listening to my sage advice.Sometimes I just...
When we two partedIn silence and tearsHalf broken-hearted, to severOh dear!! That’s Byron (I say)The words are not mineIt sounded so goodI thought it inspired Now I’m depressedI need something newNot something I studiedWay back in school Let’s try it againBreathe deep and stay calmLet your mind work its magicImagination, come on Calling EratoOh Muse, are you there?Help me create nowSam’s dome in air That sunniest domeThos...
Fingertip to misted glassArcing, curving out,Then down -One sideThen the other -Tracing paths (so clear!)Through fogMeet below, a pointWhich wells, and grows, Droplet slow, then faster falls -Weeping heartFades back to mist.
Oh to be a child again And believe anything is possible. From storming the seven seas as a Captain of a pirate ship Or taking a space ship to the moon And exploring the deepest depths of outer space. Maybe being a fairy princess Rescued from a tower by their favorite idol. Or believing that as you swing, you are a bird soaring forever higher. As you climb the ladder of the slipper slide you are a famous mountain climber....
With a thought the feeling returns and I impulsively clutch my chest. It won't go away. My mind whirls with disordered thoughts. I realise that I'm frowning again and try to relax my eyebrows. The pain abates a bit, and I chastise myself once again for my moment of weakness as I become conscious of the way I'm clutching at my heart. But that thought is enough to trigger another wave of overwhelming loss to wash over me. D...
Just to be with you, Just to speak with you, laugh with you, 'happy cry' with you... Just to be with you, Just to hear your chuckle and listen to your voice. To imagine with you- meeting you, To think of you- and know that, yes- You're actually thinking of me too. Just to see that smile, in that picture as we chat- as we Skype, Just to know you're there, and that you want me there... Is worth the wait.
Alone. My naked feet curled away from the biting gravel. I hugged my knees on the beheaded mountaintop as the wind ripped shawls of warmth from my back again and again. I cupped my hands over my chest, around the flickering light protected by my sternum: my heart. It’s weary pulses threaded underneath my skin, shivering like a candle in the wind. Leave me be. Let me die. I couldn’t remember how long I’d been trapped there...
Michael Zorn was angry. Every time a new teacher took over the class, the kids were moved around and seated alphabetically. For the teacher’s convenience. It didn’t matter how the kids felt about it. No more sitting next to his only friend, Josh Carter. And he’d just broken Josh in. People always changed things for the dumbest reasons. Another thing wrong with this planet. With a grunt of annoyance, Michael collected his...
Making soup is alchemy—a brew made from the elementswhere fire, earth, air and water mingle to concoct a potionthat if seasoned well can hypnotize the senseswith its taste and nourishment.The mysteries of soup cannot be taughtby passing down a recipe of measurements.It’s more than slicing onions to be sizzledwith cut carrots, celery, green peppersthen sautéed until their essence bleedsand shines translucent from the heat....
I imagine you have my hair. My nose. Maybe my smile.your daddy's eyes that twinkleevery once in a while. I imagine you have his humour. His laugh and his chin.My heart shaped face and the colour of my skin. I imagine you have my tendency to be coy.Your daddy's loyalty and his never ending joy. I imagine you havehis vision, his desire to achieve.My clumsiness, my passion in supporting what I believe. I imagine you have my...
