“Can you wind message me?”
he asked, with pre-drip eyes. I was leaving, he knew at the next sunrise.
I smiled so softly
even teddy bears would be proud, as I blundered on a “yes “, a “for sure “; to him this I vowed.
And so I would kiss the air
every evening and day, wipe my miss tears on feathers “I love you “ I‘d say.
to have the leaves wiggle back, a grin on my cheekbones, two feet on one track.
It wasn’t long after,
when the journey was done, he smiled a thank you “for the whispers “ dear Mom.
Posted in Choices, Creation, Happiness, Journal, life, Living, love, Motherhood, Poem, Poetic, Relationship Tagged love, mother, poem, Poetic, son
And I’m sitting in a couch chair and my feet don’t touch the floor cause I’m all the way back in it, and I feel like I’m all of 13 and a half age years oldyoung.
Posted in Creation, Happiness, Journal, life, Living, me Tagged adult, life, living, old, silly, young
Candy coated sugar kings,
we tell ourselves our own jokes by looking in the mirror. Would I rather be tin man and rust, instead of feeling these highs and lows? Maybe I just sit on my gold chair alittle longer each time, waiting out the anticipation of falling into mud again. Is happiness more for the good people?
Posted in Ache, Choices, Creation, Happiness, Journal, life, Living, me, Motherhood, Pain, Stability Tagged happiness, highs and lows, jokes, life, living, sadness
Wandering through the spring shine, like it undresses it’s snow clothes to give us the warm and tender, the greenery that speckles fresh while I eat Honeycomb cereal from a plastic bag and watch the traffic pass.
All of life, isn’t it Limbo? Between Dying and Death, we’re just the Living. Heart always almost trying to be fully filled with less then that of the Limbo State.
Gridlocked richable;plateau paired with pineapple. Flavour sprung to the strung out planets. All popped up along the circle horizon. I’ll taste the confetti from the sun, piece together the cheese that falls from the moon. I’ll even drink the wine from a glass.
I sit on a chair
and I really think I don’t care
About being alive
Cause I suck at living a life,
but I’m great at living a lie.
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So quick to push the dead end truth into the neighbours’ garden
to walk the merry go round as it spins
upside down hanging from cloud strings begging to snap the seams of clean linen on the line. oh, you don’t want to go this way, do you?
Posted in Choices, Creation, fun, Journal, life, Living, love Tagged choices, choosing, life, Poetic, questions, writing
Grey problematic areas can mean the darkness of it all. Rainbow rams your orange cream smile into tea cups that sparkle salt into raw eyesight. Crayon water, it’s how jellyfish paint at the bottom of the Artic waters.
Posted in Creation, fun, Journal, life, Living, me, Poetic Tagged colourful, fun, playful, Poetic, words
Sun blows itself onto my hair strands,
I am peace and I am wild. Goose me more rays and I’ll pull down the whole sun. Just to feel that glow so easily won.
Posted in Creation, Happiness, Journal, life, Living, love, Poem Tagged days, hope, life, lifestyle, living, sun