This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.The steam curls in the downlit beam like the fingers of cigarette smoke crawling their way into virgin lungs;Like your lies crawled their way underneath my skin;Like your venom crawled its way into my heart.The motes of moisture push against each other like unruly teenagers in an ugly playground;Like your words pushed my thought...
Break this down Particle by particle Compare the matter To the grand scheme And blow it away To wherever dust twirls In a snowglobe of memories Like how my mouth brushed Your rough cheek, Or the satin of your lips, My fingers running through That crop of soft hair And over your smooth skin Blink. See the moments Where the sun Caught the stars Burning in your eyes, Licking gold over The flip of your lashes As your crooke...
I don't know if I wanna sit about doing nothing or nap. I kinda want both,but also neither.Sleep feels much nearer but doing nothing is more of a head clearer. The trouble with naps,is you either wake up refreshed,or you find a desert has set up shopin your mouth, of all places. You see the dilemma, right?My muscles feel tight,so a nap might be just right. Tiredness is a blight.
I've given up on living forever. I can't stand up to the struggle. Everything I've dreamed up is a memory. There's nothing left for me here. I remember when I cried And you came to comfort me. You wouldn't be content to let me lie, But you didn't understand me. Why do I give up on living this life? Why do I give up tonight? When the rock breaks, And the earth shakes, When everything I've built just fades away. When all th...
The other day, I flipped the channels and landed on the Food Network. I watched it for a while and got a couple of good recipes. Later that day I asked my granddaughter what she wanted for dinner. What she answered gave me pause for what was follows here. "Grandpa, I want nothing for dinner tonight," she said. My brain sprung into action and I thought, "How does one prepare nothing to eat? Is there a recipe for it? Is the...
Sand dunes alter their surfaces too soon, Nothing remains beyond a while, Winds keep working out miracles. Why do you look forward to lengthiness? Any length of time proves repetitive, A moment independent still goes a long way. Nothing remains beyond a while. No thing remains beyond a while. Sand dunes teach existential lessons.
Never say no to nothing, Better turn the letters to make a new beginning. Don't regret if you fail to reach your destination, Don't regret if you get lost in transit. Say on, somehow on, No destination is worthier than the journey. Never say no to nothing, Transpose the letters, Say on, somehow on. Never say no to nothing.
How blessed am I? Every day I thank God for my blessings. I have six beautiful, healthy children and a very supportive husband. I can’t do the things that I used to, but it doesn’t matter. We survive the best way we can. I am able to talk and think – maybe not as clearly as I used to. Fortunately I had the energy when my children were younger. I could do then what a mother is “supposed to” – cook, clean, wash, drive, shop...
