with ann.
side table holds the milk,
sugar, napkins, all agreed.
it is cyan.
his portriat is cyan,
cut carefully, a little younger,
dylan.
little garden, summers day,
her plant is mullein.
sandwiches and prunes
after aberystwyth school of art.
a splendid day, a very splendid cabinet.
sbm.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 3:52 AM UTC
He was the perfect height for her.
Tall enough that her head fell
Right tight under his sculpted chin
But not so tall that he was called "giant".
She was the perfect shape for him.
Not so skinny that he worried
About breaking her bones with a hug,
But curvy in all the places
That made him say a throaty "whoa".
She was a bookworm who loved TV.
He was a chef who loved Mac and Cheese.
They both adored animals,
Though he might have loved reptiles just a little too much.
And they both hated politics,
Though she might have set fire
To one too many campaign signs.
They argued about music, money, and kids.
They debated the merits of dancing in the rain.
They held hands in the moonlight,
And kissed at midday.
They grew old together and never strayed
Too far from the home they had built.
Then one day his chin wasn't high enough
For her head to fit snuggly below.
Her dresses, though comely,
No longer made him say "whoa".
But they still held hands and kissed
And remembered the days of their youth
When they were still learning
What being perfect for each other meant.
It wasn't until the night her heart gave out,
That she realized how he was perfect for her.
It wasn't his charm and dashing good looks,
Or his witty retorts and clever touchés,
But the simple fact
That through all of the years,
He loved her,
And that made him perfect for her.
It wasn't until she took her last breath,
That he understood how perfect she'd been.
She was perfect not because of her curves,
Her smile, her laugh, or her intelligence.
She was perfect for him because she loved him.
They'd been perfect in each other's eyes
Because love is blind.
And sometimes that's not a bad thing.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 3:51 AM UTC
What you put out is returned by the universe,
Karmatic boomerang giving back joy or hurt,
Keep your thoughts positive it makes a impact,
Be happy with life realizing nothing it lacks,
Depression or anxiety attacks,
Are illusions of the mind thats a fact,
A negative mind won't bring a positive life,
Worry about you and just do what's right,
Times arent hard unless you make them,
Dont live in fear of hell or sin,
Mistakes is what they are and you could be in hell now,
Just change up your perspective and live proud.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 3:51 AM UTC
Social Injustice;
from ****** to ****
from kidnapping to ******
all these things our society does best
How cold can you get?
How do you sleep with yourself?
Is your heart at rest?
Do you ever not regret?
We are the reason our nation is corrupt
We are the reason God looks down on us
I know they say God never changes
and will always be compassionate
But what if God gets fed up and turns his back on us?
Over-taxation!
Why do we have to pay so much for the food we need?
Extortion!
Why does the poor pay for the rich to eat?
Religious Persecution!
When did religion become a war of better denomination?
Police Brutality!
This grows each and everyday
Why are we being physically, mentally and emotionally abused by our 'protectors'?
What about the mothers that cry for their children?
All our prayers in vain
You even **** newborn babies,
souls die without a name
Where is your shame?
Do you feel no pain?
Society, we are sure to perish,
if these social injustices remain the same...
writers: Jenelle and Anise
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 3:51 AM UTC
*Tonight, when I walked in the rain,
Raindrops gently fell upon my face,
Bringing fond memories of you again.
When we watched the stars, sparkle with reign,
And the crescent moon, emitted a translucent light,
Bringing a sensational feeling, that I couldn't refrain.
Without you life goes by very slowly, and it's difficult to explain,
Since you are the one, who blinds me when you're near,
And cuddles me when I am lonely, taking away all of my pain.*
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 3:51 AM UTC
I have a list of words
Hidden away
That I occasionally use.
Effervescent words to fill me up
Evocative and furtive words
To give the illusion
Of gossamer spinning from my mouth
A plethora of opulent words
To form stars and nebulas.
Yet.
With all of these long, surreptitious words
They do not help
My comprehension of
The simple ones
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 3:51 AM UTC
I do a handstand
so that my feet dangle in space
It feels as if I am holding on
like grasping the memory of you
The stars pull me outward
but I hold on
I do a handstand
head over heels for you
Love can not be explained
like the gravity of this world
It pulls me back to you
I let it
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 3:51 AM UTC