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Orbis TerrarumLight pleads my eyes to open,
a tender kiss upon my forehead,
guiding into a warm embrace.
Water flows about my body,
a soothing coolness
relaxes aching bones.
Music and laughter engulf me,
as a pair of lips touch,
then part ways. and repeat.
My mind wonders the skies,
leaving behind thought bubbles
as an idea runs off, a path made.
Sunset lays on my soft skin
as a darkness shadows over light,
blues and purples trade places with shades of red.
I close my eyes, and feel the sun,
tracing my body with fingertips,
a gentle caress in goodbye.
Then I begin again.
TogetherCome and follow me.
It's okay to be afraid,
I'll take care of you.
I know how to love,
children know what's important,
I will not forget.
You can count on me!
Lay your head upon my lap,
I'll sing you to sleep.
Dream what dragons dream.
Soaring, feathers ruffling,
wings stretched, stroking clouds.
I can protect you.
Both of us are fierce, though young,
We'll be family.
Soundtrack of Our Mini RoadTripJason Aldean's "Flyover States" blast out the stereo,
drivers only mildly annoyed.
We get glares as we sing along,
but we just smile, wave, and continue.
Someone's bass is shaking our car,
if we know the words we'll sing that too.
Life is too short to waste being stressed,
might as well as enjoy ourselves while we still can.
Trips to Wal-Mart at who knows what hour,
maybe we'll do a scavenger hunt next time.
Talk is easy with those who genuinely care,
With Pink! in the background saying we're fucking perfect.
Mama SaidMama promised she'd come home.
I haven't seen her.
Bruises and cuts covered her body.
She says they are from work.
(How do trays leave bruises on inner thighs?)
Her breath sometimes smells foul like onions under your nose.
She said she forgets to brush her teeth.
(I watch her scrub her teeth when she gets home on late nights.)
I asked Mama why she's gone so late.
She said she works two jobs.
(I'm not allowed to know the other one.)
Men sometimes stay the night into the morning.
She said they are friends from work.
(Why does her bed squeak when they come over?)
Sometimes I get a dollar if I'm good for my babysitter.
She said they smell funny because of the food from work.
(My babysitter only takes checks, maybe I should too.)
Men always stare and nod and whistle at her.
She says she knows them from work.
(She walks faster when they see us, and always lets go of my hand.)
Mama said she had to go to the doctor.
She promised she'd come right home.
(Mama said a lot of things.)
Love's WalkShe stared at the final stretch of road, the glare of the sun causing her to shield her eyes with her hand. Taking a deep breath, she continued onward. She'd made it this far, a few more miles or so could never hurt her. Dust was stirred as she moved forward in worn down sneakers, and she pulled out her Saint hat as her arms grew tired from holding her hand to her face. A dark blue truck rumbled past her before slowing, and finally stopping a few feet ahead of her. Unsure what to do, she just kept walking.
A tall man dressed in Wranglers and a cowboy hat stepped out of the truck. His steps heavy because of the boots he wore. The girl gave him a look and small smile in greeting, figuring he needed something out of his truck, or something else entirely that had nothing to do with her.
"Do you need a ride ma'am? Not quite sure where your headed, but I can take ya 'till the end of the street." He offered, tipping his hat. The girl stopped walking to look at the man talking to her. It was o
You always said we should
count the stars one by one,
for when we reach an infinite,
we'll find the happiness we always sought.
Your bedtime stories were always
about the good, old lady who
decided to knit a blanket for
all the children of the world but,
someone always got left out.
Now I wonder if this was your way
of telling me we were never meant to last.
You braid my dreams,
a single strand at a time,
In each knot I'd hide a runaway fish,
and in every braid I'd search for a hope.
You said I could be the princess,
and you're the knight who'd keep me safe,
because the world around us is so cruel
but you never told me,
I had to be strong on my own.
I vowed to pray in your name,
whenever you lit a candle,
in search for more of our promises
that scattered away in the dark,
but we both knew you won't find any,
you've already gave them to someone else
you were no longer mine,
I barely recognize you anymore.
I wonder if I'll stop seeing the spring
End The LifeStaring at an old photograph from ’91
must be over a dozen of us captured there;
not staged or posed for, but a real ‘in the life’ kind of picture.
I remember saying we’d look back on it,
be reminded of the good times and how we had them,
but who would’ve thought by 2014 everyone in that picture
would be divorced and all but four
would be dead.
It’s a sad and scary thought to be sure.
I have friends still above ground who strongly believe
we will all be gone in the next few short years. It’s that sudden realization
that your time is nearing its end. Those lucky enough to see adulthood are to blame
for all we put ourselves through.
I don’t know if I believe all that, but I know this;
I’ve been to three funerals in the last two months
and now the dead outnumber the living. Fact is
nothing is ever really ours,
not even life and love.
Everything is lent out, borrowed or stolen and sooner or later,
the sharks come to collect. I just hope
Along Came an AngelShe signed her name next to selfish,
and told him he had a heart of gold.
But behind the scenes and cheery talks
they were both just as damaged and hurt
with so many secrets floating, untold.
He had his monsters to battle,
she didn't stand in a better place
yet she pulled him up to his feet,
and glued all these cracks in his soul.
She was a strong lady,
a hidden gem among many rocks,
she shared her dreams and laughter
but sometimes she cried on his shoulder
and pointed at the demons,
who forced a lump to build in her throat.
She always insisted he was being sweet
when he spoke about her majestic allure
truth be told, he never understood
how can someone go through such hurt
and still have enough power to stand tall.
He learned the answer later on though,
when she took his breath in awe
and taught him how to smile anew
Along came an angel, he'd joke
yet for her, he swore a vow
to never let go, until death takes its dues.
You Are LovedYou've made the choice to return, and I'm your first rest stop along that path. You've not been judged for falling, and the way you are dusting yourself off means everything to me. Though the cloud may still be near, the winds of change and determination will soon clear the air.
You weren't given your old room, the one you grew up in, for a reason. It was a child's room, and it no longer fits. The guest room is yours, for as long as you need it, sheltered from the storm as you regain your strength. I washed the window for the first time in years, because it is important to me that you have a clear vision of the world. You can only prepare for the next steps in your journey if your view is unhindered by the dirt and smudges of the past. I scrubbed the grime from the frames so what holds the glass is as unhindered as your vision should be.
Life is a rich dessert, meant to be savored a bite at a time. It awaits you, just outside your window. Dig in.
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