I can sense
The Earth
Groaning
In pain
Eyes now closed
At the blood now shed
Upon her ****** soil
She now quakes
In fear
Of what's to come
As her tears
Flood
While she breathes out
Hurricanes of despair
"These were meant to be
The intelligent ones"
"Yet
I have given life
To these monsters!"
And like Frankenstein
The monsters
Have turned on the giver of life

by Jemia

Blindness:
A courtesy to myself
To not be crushed
By gravity.

In these times,
Caring is not impossible,
But heroic.

But *******,
I am only

Mortal.

Much simpler
than a scramble
for a basketball

I'm crazy for the trees
beginning
to bud

for the warm air
and the thaw

and the crisp walks
under a freshly
minted blue sky

but most of all
I'm mad for you
that's right

it's mad love

for the woman
I would not have
any other way

that I want to march with
down the road
to our golden years.

movement makes it hurt less
take some deep breaths
you'll get through this
it's not the first wave you've hit

Boredom is a thing made of lavender,
And rain, and bad music,
Sleep it off, wait it out,
There is never enough time,
To waste.