Antonyme

Antonyme Jul 2018

Forgotten bottle sits upon
chilled coster so long ago
in a couple of hours
Radio still plays hits
circulating through a long-dead heart
VIII, so it seems.
Key clicks,
five soldiers fall
into pre-drilled foxholes,
letting their guard down for only a second
to long,
just like any day though not
so much
head wrapped in a cocoon
never opening
to let the butterfly emerge,
more like suffocating it.
The very thing bringing new life
dies
Hoping for a new day of sunshine and rain
and telling my left from my right

...

wait,
foot or hand?

...

frogot my water bottle on my dresser.
radio playing tunes that I LIKE.
yep,
sounds about right.
;P

#mind #gamble #life #waterbottle

Jul 2018

ryn

Happy

I once knew...
Or at least I thought I did,
that these arms only sought
to grab at what is in the sky.

Then as I aged,
these arms had grown older.
They’d only scramble
for what lays within reach.

But every so often,
the eyes still wander
to the heavens.

Tracing the outline of clouds,
drinking up the shade of blue
and catching rays of sun.

•••

With feet planted to the earth,
and a head full of clouds,
in this moment,
I am happy.

#hellopoetry107 #happy

Jul 2018

Logun Alexander Johnson

Time

We always think we have enough time. When really, It's just a luxury.

In the end, It all fits together.

We always think we have enough time, but we really don't, do we? As always, don't forget to tell me what you think.