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 Jul 2020 Eva B
hybridstorm
Soft
 Jul 2020 Eva B
hybridstorm
I stared with no expression
at the white light
and wondered about black and red.
I wondered what I would do if
things went all but soft and white.
I felt I would wither,
helpless,
weak,
useless.
But
I decided to keep myself happy,
I decided I would put white silk cushions
in my heart's cave
and would invite the rain and winds
to smother me
with cool love
and keep me soft.

                                                        -s­torm-
Alone in the lockdown, in front of screens, one may feel anxious and worried. As mature beings, I think it is best for us to adjust our minds to the thoughts of all kinds of destinies. We go through trauma and get depressed when we have to live lives we never thought we may have to live. At this point in time is when the presence of God the almighty comes in. He is like cool water freezing your boiling and scalded anxious mind. He will give what is best for you, all you need to do keep on worshipping Him and trust your case with him.
 Jul 2020 Eva B
John Destalo
she’s an interesting cat.  her mind moves.  fast.  
not without direction.  but she is hard to follow.
she knows more.  then me.
she knows all.  the hiding places.
and waits for me.  to enter
so she can pounce.
I know it is coming.  but I enter.
anyway.  exposing myself.

she devours me.
as nature.  take its course.
 Jul 2020 Eva B
John Destalo
soft
hard
smooth
rough
touch
feel
shed
shrink
cut
broken
covered
hidden
scarred
scarred
 Jul 2020 Eva B
Serendipity
Throne
 Jul 2020 Eva B
Serendipity
I really miss her,
the woman who knew
her place:
on top of the throne.
 Jul 2020 Eva B
Serendipity
Golden
 Jul 2020 Eva B
Serendipity
Her frizzy hair
was simply
an invisble halo
being wrapped
in strands of gold.
 Jul 2020 Eva B
Serendipity
Her name
 Jul 2020 Eva B
Serendipity
I know her name
like she is the air I breathe
the stardust in my veins
the wonder in my eyes.
 Jul 2020 Eva B
John Destalo
and sometimes

my lack of belief
hurts me

but sometimes

my lack of belief
heals me

isn’t that how
everything is
 Jun 2020 Eva B
John Destalo
soft
 Jun 2020 Eva B
John Destalo
a brush on a drum
it is not a beat

it is the sound
of movement

of wind and
whispers

it does not wait
but it wants to

be caught it
wants to belong

where it belongs
in a bigger picture

it wants a place
in your story

it wants to be
the connection

that creates
your meaning
 Jun 2020 Eva B
Kafka Joint
My eyes are so sad,
My laughing is so serious,
Because I love you so much.
 Jun 2020 Eva B
John Destalo
jump
 Jun 2020 Eva B
John Destalo
as a child
I did

I would
jump

everything

we had
nothing

I could go
nowhere

so I would
jump

everything
and

imagine I
was going

somewhere
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