Sunday, August 21, 2016
Dare to share
Thursday, August 4, 2016
Random rants and chants
Love is truth
Truth is cruel
Cruelty is pain
Pain is alive
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If life is the flame of a candle
Then laughter is the flicker
Desire is the heat
Love is the dance
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Silken kisses on silver wings
Powder blue sins in canary dreams
Caramel love on chocolate skin
Vanilla sobs on strawberry winds
Sage disappointment and olive lies
Bourbon secrets and maroon cries
Indigo fears and turquoise tears
All are housed within our years
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Can you feel in the void of thought?
Can you hear the silence of reflections?
Can you touch the absence of light?
Can you smell the bittersweet of experience?
Can you breathe in the toxic of truth?
Can you see the reincarnation of energy?
Can you taste the expiration of time?
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A writer writes
Consistently imperfectly and occasionally profoundly.
To hear the sound of their voice inside the mind of their readers.
To create syllables of sincerity, sentences of passion and paragraphs of enlightenment.
To woo the world one word at a time.
To see
To feel
To dream
To grieve
To breathe
To create
To demolish
To understand
To clarify
To exist
To live
Because that is their purpose.
Nouns and verbs
Stress cripples
Indecision waits
Depression nullifies
Anticipation paces
Appreciation beautifies
Loneliness amplifies
Pain blossoms
Imagination wonders
Travel educates
Anxiety surges
Laughter cures
Tears relieve
Sleep soothes
Faith repels
Fear multiplies
Bitterness spoils
Prejudice festers
Joy strengthens
Love conquers
Sunday, July 24, 2016
Proper culprits
Stop blaming love.
When we are heartbroken, we aren't hurting because of love. We are hurting due to being rejected, abused, unappreciated, betrayed, etc. Give credit to the proper culprits...Love has shouldered the blame for far too long.
Saturday, July 9, 2016
Disappointed hopes
He was, to me, the taunting line on the horizon: beckoning travelers forward, promising wonders untold, visions unimagined and experiences unrealized.
Yet, just ever so out of reach.
Try as I might, his heart was securely ensconced between hurt and distrust; long ago, it was locked away and the key disposed of.
Sunday, July 3, 2016
Appreciation
We took everything the other dished out, ugly, grotesque and monstrous, and dared to love each other because of, in spite of those things.