Up and tall, shoulders rolled back, chin pushed toward the sky, hair tucked neatly behind her ears. -CUT DOWN- Push forward, don't look back, stay small, absorbing all vibes. Over, and over, and over again. -CUT DOWN- Quick sand in his shoes, hunched and drooping, chin folded up, messy and knotted. -CUT DOWN- Pull within, … Continue reading Cut Down – March 31, 2019
Tag: nature
Sway – March 28, 2019
The bend of the trees in the breeze, Can take your worries away if you please.
Flood – March 21, 2019
The water lurches onto the land, Suffocating everything it covers. A blanket of beauty, twinkling as the sun bounces it’s rays, shimmering along it’s path. Underneath this mysterious enigma, it shields the unknown and invisible. The constant movement, flowing to nowhere. Just keeps going, And moving, And smothering under the blanket of beauty, always glistening. … Continue reading Flood – March 21, 2019
Branches – January 12, 2018
The quiet stirs. The sad seeps in. The anger is not far behind. Now, I catch myself. I shuffle through my pocket of happy, Hoping, to quickly find a thought. Clear a new path to wander. The cycle continues, Until my path resembles the branches of a tree. Thankful for the choices it's many directions … Continue reading Branches – January 12, 2018
Life’s Too Short – March 17, 2019
The pain I carry leaks into everything I touch, I want to quit. Feel the free breeze against my face. Cool the heated thoughts in my head. I know life is too short to let it keep dragging me down. Stand up, walk out, and be free.
The Reed – September 28, 2018
Strong and firm. Roots stretching deep into the dark, rich soil. Always feeling the weight of the world, Consumed with the swirling breath of air wrapped up around them. Tossed and twisted to other’s pleasure. The Reeds are whipped endlessly. They battle, time and time again, to stand up tall. The whirlwind synchronizes their dance, … Continue reading The Reed – September 28, 2018
A New Day – March 3, 2019
The smell of the Earth brewing, Under the dead grass. Muddy snow, cracked ice. Fresh with the scent of dirt, laden with winter's toll. Promising to continue the cycle. Birds chirping, hidden in a haze from the melt. Again, we awaken with hope. Wet and soppy, shivering afresh. Reborn as the Earth emerges, alive. The … Continue reading A New Day – March 3, 2019
Free – February 6, 2019
I feel most at home, alone amongst the trees. My mind wonders to thinking about life, and all that it is. Today I wonder where my mom felt most at home. Would she like to join me in silence listening to the leaves chatter in the wind. Would she want me to keep the precious … Continue reading Free – February 6, 2019
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