Back to LifePowder blue skies belying wisps of dusty clouds as the fuzzy chill of a peach plucked from the drawer of a refrigerator cools my fingertips, causing my skin to prickle slightly with goosebumps while the nectar runs down my chin with each slow sucking bite I take.Back to Life
Silence lying heavily, voiding the sounds of nearby traffic and barking dogs and the occasional opening and closing of a close-by neighbor's door, as if filtered through giant, bouncing cotton-ball filled screens, leaving only the steady hum of white noise.
Tiny black ducks with blazing orange noses honk, honk, screeching at each other, shattering the muted
FirefliesWarm, tickling Gently fluttering Tawny gaze Like candlelight sputtering Casting shadows on too bright SunlightFireflies
My heart skips a beat When our eyes meet My stomach writhes A vessel full of butterflies
Softly lit, hazy Wrapped in serenity Each time I look into your eyes
Reaching deep inside of me Touching places light never sees Glowing gently into my night Causing fancy to take flight Transporting me silently And into your gilded web I’m caught Lost for time in a place I thought love forgot
Go
When I Get ThereI'll lay you down when I get there, hide us behind a curtain of my hair; and I'll cover your body with my own, and we'll live inside this haven, ours alone. I'll taste your lips and drink your eyes, sustain my breath upon your sighs, and be so blended into you, like air; run away to home, when I get there. Sometimes in trying to find the words, you find instead, that they are devious and seek to elude you. Other times words just spill from someplace inside without thought or reason and in doing so, love becomes tangible.When I Get There
Baring My SoulI think therefore I write Because sometimes I think that I think too much and because I think too much words sometimes fail me And when that happens I read and read and read and read and read some more until I am full up and filled up to almost bursting inspired wired and needing to write once again.Baring My Soul
Free form not the norm rhyming romantic pedantic political analytical words spilling, rushing, pouring out of me and I catch them for all to see to critique passing judgment on little p
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"Life is like a box of chocolates... You never know what you're gonna get!"
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Happiness is like crystal , when it shines the most, it soon cracks.♫♪
Here’s a cookie.
Here’s some milk.
And some coffee.
Or, if you want, there’s also soda.
Enjoy your stay and make yourself at home.
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