Do you remember that one day in summertime,
When up the trees, we would climb.
We were young and we were free
And I believed that nothing could get to me.
Laughing, Listening, Loving and Lying,
Smiling, Singing, Swearing, and Sighing,
Do you remember that one week in summertime,
Running through the rainy days and sunshine.
Yet when that summertime ended,
And the cold breezes of autumn...
Love
Beautiful, Painful
Awakening, Singing, Crying
Their shrill cries echoing through these bleak walls
Dancing, Haunting, Mocking
Quiet, Loud
Memories
Once there was a moon and a sun,
The love of the sun for the moon burned brightly.
It hadn’t even been a love that had begun.
But the reciprocated love of the moon was unlikely.
Yet still the fire in the sun burned,
Even though everyone knew that it’s fire would be put out.
“It’s impossible and highly unlikely” everyone warned.
But the sun had no doubt.
But every time the sun tried to a...
Water seeps through melting ice
rising, falling,
heavy breaths
sighing with relief.
Once again
there is room to breathe
for the one trapped beneath.
It can breath the icy air
and feel the cold wind upon its surface
and reach above the ice,
like a zombie erupting from it’s grave.
It can once again seek revenge,
built while spent confined within itself.
Revenge on every foot,
that trampled its unseeming...
Here I sit
here on the beach
where once there was sand
I stand,
to look over the small mound
to see the ocean once so bright
and so clear.
I am astonished, for
what was a beautiful beach,
with water so clear,
now is a dump,
murky with dirt and grime
no life can be found,
nor could it have been found,
for the water was flushed black with oil,
and many pesticides have glided along the surfac...
The ocean dares me to take a chance
and leap from where I stand.
The ragged and sharp rocks below
leer at my hesitation,
like sharp teeth awaiting me to fall into their midst.
The determined wind
howles with steady frustration
nudging me ever closer to the edge.
The grass caresses my feet
pleading for me to stay
while trees wave a wistful goodbye
with their branches.
The sun peeks through a cu...
