It's held. The Bond. For weeks now.
The Orbs have continued to communicate.
A few more layers have cracked, and more tendrils have seeped out.
Happiness radiates off of the Orbs.
No lies or half truths, just honesty.
However one Orb must depart for a time.
The tendrils do not break but stretch as
The Orb moved away.
Months pass and the bonds, the tendrils begin to dull.
They do not break but become weaker.
The bonds between two Orbs, two people never truly disappear.
When you meet someone new, you break layers and know them.
You can move far away but you are still connected.
Never forget that.
Orbs with many layered shells.
Floating around, interacting, and multiplying.
Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 5:20 PM UTC
Orbs with many layered shells.
Floating around, interacting, and multiplying.
When one Orb meets another for the first time,
It's sweet and endearing.
They are shy and awkward, Unsure of how to act.
Communicating using cliched questions and sometimes answers.
Small sparks of energy transferring between them,
Slowly dragging them closer together.
Cracks begin to appear on their outer most shell and
Tendrils of multicolored energies seep out.
The tendrils find each other and a bond is formed.
It's a scary moment, for the bond doesn't always last.
However the two Orbs struggle to keep communicating,
To keep the pure bond that has been formed.
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 3:07 PM UTC
Life is a wonderful thing.
But,
snap
It can be gone in seconds.
Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 8:42 PM UTC
Dear mother and father,
If not for you I wouldn't be here.
Literally.
I thank you for all the years of
encouragement.
You've never given up on me,
When I wanted to give up on myself.
Forever and always I am yours,
Grateful and so very, very proud to be yours.
Dear Sisters, my emotional paradise.
Whenever something goes wrong,
You help me stand up.
You take my hands and for that,
I smile and give thanks.
Never forget that I will always be there.
Dear Brothers, my stone pillars.
You have always protected me from
Anything and everything.
No matter what you will always
Be my guardians.
Dear Aunt and Uncle, my river and sky.
You keep me grounded and my dreams
In the stars.
Reality has never seemed so real.
For giving me an ear and listening,
I shower you with kisses of thanks.
Dear Cousins, my surrounding forests.
All fun and no work.
You keep me laughing in spite of distance.
When in doubt I turn to you.
Embracing you so you never forget.
Dear Grandma and Grandpa, my memories of gold.
I remember the days spent in the leaves.
I remember the golden fur, Jefferson, of course.
I remember the yards and yards of grass.
A giant rock with bursts of color, years of play.
A chocolate factory that puts wonka to shame.
Memories upon memories, of which none
I will forget.
If you ever think you are alone,
Let me tell you, you are wrong.
I know you're proud and I am always here.
Dear Me,
Look at what you have and
Know that you are loved.
I realize I wouldn't trade them for
The world.
I will support them for years and years
To come.
When people complain at the gift they are given,
I know I am blessed.
Forever and always,
Forever mine,
Forever in my heart,
Soul,
And mind.
Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 9:56 PM UTC
Tropical storms bursting
Through our fortifications.
Planes crashing into
Buildings at first worth nothing.
Chipping away at what
Surrounded my heart. Our heart.
Bleeding away lives,
Unwilling, for causes
We don’t remember starting.
Reaching out helping
Hands. God. Shiva.
Yet not to us, but to
Those afar.
We can only do so
Much to steal ourselves
Away from chaos.
Tsunami. Earthquake. Thunder.
Crack.
Eventually we’ll be
Ashes to ashes.
We’re all falling down.
Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 9:51 PM UTC
A woman watches.
Her skin a dark rich russet, smelling of the soil.
Her ******* round globes, mauve peaks marking the center.
Hair the color of sage, long and flowing.
Eyes baby blue gems, illuminated from within.
She wears an emerald and sapphire colored dress.
She lays on her side, her swollen stomach protruding.
A mother of many children.
Over the years she has been beaten and bruised
And the marks are starting to show.
Holes are forming in her dress leaving her unprotected.
She has a sickly pallor.
People tend to her but she is still fading.
Soon she will be a ghost of who she used to be.
Soon she will be like petrified wood, a skeleton.
Her tears filled with poison and sickness.
Our Mother Earth.
Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 9:50 PM UTC
Snapping ribs, punctured lungs.
My heart being squeezed and I can't breathe.
Why are you staring at me like that?
I've never caught a guy's eye.
Why do you smile at me like
I'm the best thing you've ever seen?
Brown eyes warm and without doubts.
I don't know how to act.
I stutter and grin like a fool.
My heart hurts.
I avoid guys like you, the "pretty" ones.
They tease and poke fun, I'm not their ideal girl.
Yet here you are. Are you different?
I enjoy talking with you, and you really hear me.
The pain ebbs.
Without warning.
I've crushed.
On you.
Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 8:38 PM UTC
Exotic, something so different.
Cultured and so gentle.
Yet it is fiery and passionate.
The twang of a guitar on a summer night.
The heat is warm and welcome.
A perfume of the flowers.
The swaying of bodies in the rhythm
Of the night. Owning the very air.
Mi Amor.
The pavement whispers of mysteries and,
Hidden beneath them are the footsteps of gypsies.
Building to a crescendo.
Every heart beats in tempo,
To life’s energy. That blooms
And lives as a Spanish rose.
Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 8:09 PM UTC
Drip, Drop, Drip, Drop,
Day old coffee sittin’ in the ***
Dust blows by the windows.
No one around, not a sound.
For bugs, rotting food and flesh.
A stink unbearable.
Accidently released.
With panic and fear we all disappear.
A new pandemic.
Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 8:07 PM UTC
Why do you do it?
Is it for that small rush?
The feeling of adrenaline speeding
Through your veins.
You hope you won’t get caught.
The sudden happiness that
Fills you after your companion believes you.
They fall into your intricately woven web.
You’ve set a death trap.
Some people will investigate,
Hoping to find truth.
They will pull on that first lie,
And all the rest will follow.
It begins to fall apart.
Your lies hang around your neck tightly.
Your personal noose.
Now you’re all alone, buried in darkness.
Labeled.
Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 8:05 PM UTC