YOU I wish that I were an artist, then I could create with more than just words, a portrait of you. I would use blues and golds and rose hues. I would blend soft brown, amber and gold to make the color of your eyes come alive. I would then take the color of honey,…
I slept alone but I felt you The vivid image of you Smiling across my eyelids The beauty of your eyes The only thing haunting me Dreaming of our time together Holding tight to make believe My imagination is all there is Of a romance I created Fiction at its best, a novel erotic…
I hope you understand that everyone has a story and that story is rarely conveyed by what someone looks like. I am not a big fan of the People of Walmart posts. I love to laugh I just don’t love laughing at people. If laughing at people is your thing, and sometimes it is hard…
She imagined the stars Were bright shiny hearts Blinking as they beat Having lived a good life Having been loved by And cherished by one Hearts that were once Empty lanterns waiting To be lit by someone Hearts that became stars To share with us The love that made them
Steps were heavy Growing heavier Taking more effort Making her slower A shaking began More of a tremor With each footfall Was a tidal wave Of fluid motion Her years kept her Clung to her bones And held her tight She was caught Underneath gravity Sink ing deeper Into the ground Becoming The ground
The night dances even though day We go from dark to light to dark again From waltzing to swaying to waltzing again Our steps paced evenly hand in hand We pay no mind to the flickering lights To the rolling of the hills outside our door Or the way the sky knocks heavily on…
Step through whiskers Shhhh ever so slowly Quietly now girls With painted pink toes Through the dark night We sneak Tippy toe steps One and one and one Move gently my sweet So as not to disturb The baritone hatred That sleeps in our path Under blankets of hate Swiftly leap over the holes Filled…
The slight shade tickled my toes As it danced around the sunlight Whizzing dragon flies chased Daffodils and sunflowers That played tug of war with the breeze Don’t they know? Don’t they care? That their time is terribly short The leaves will turn and briskly fall The dragonflies will begin to freeze And the flowers…
I understand some people being so angry they are having a hard time wanting to move forward. I read a lot of fear and sadness and hateful posts and I get it. It’s emotional. We have a lot at stake. I don’t judge you for it and I’ll never say “just get over it”…
Dear daughter: You my love Are a woman And that means You will be told things Some will be true And many more will not The only thing You must do Is to find yourself Who are you? What you stand for? And know you are strong That you have options And when you don’t You get creative…
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