A selfless soul, Or is she? Bathed in arrogance Wanting all the glory Of the story. To be placed around her neck, A medal of gold, As unseen treasures unfold.
Let the cold breeze blow It always does Right on time Never late Or early When it’s ready Hoping we will be too
Lost in the roll of these hills Needling to find the words So, so far traveled. What will they amount to, If I cannot? Sitting down Facing you Is all I’ve ever wanted, To go away. The uncontrollable trembling Overtakes me While I fight To find these words, So precious A lullaby to my soul.
My eyes too unsteady, As it hits. Focus, blurr I try again Closed then opened Rubbed raw Blinking World is shaky Untamed Unknown Spaced out Trying to snap out Ending at a compromise Tilt slightly to the left And I am somewhat free
Alive and soft Over my skin. In my mouth, She swirls And pushes. Brushing down my arm, Letting me feel the secrets Of her journey Comforting the past. My cheeks and lips Perk up to feel the love. I breath her in, Fresh dirt and bumble bees. A lull lures me To listen, Chirping and … Continue reading The Breeze Blows By – August 16, 2019
Hey, uhhhh hi. I'm kinda stumped for words, which I thought was utterly impossible. But it happened. Back to back things happened, and I'm stumbling. Interestingly enough, it's not a rare occurrence, it's happened on several occasions since I started this journey. But it still throws me for a loop. Sits me down, and takes … Continue reading Talking to you…Not alone, even if just for a moment 8/26/19
Gifts of whispering futures, Curse the living past. Present problems now. Always seeing what’s coming, At least you know when to duck.