People can be described as
rotting apples.
You’ll never see just how rotten they are until it’s too late,
when the polished surface of the apple becomes shrivelled and unsightly—
making its presence more than known, with a terrifying
lack of
shame.

I was a potatoe type of guy, forget the cookies and carrots,
didn't believe in Santa nor Cinderellas with golden chariots .
Twas' late at night as I crunched my chips I watched  TV  
lo and behold what did I hear ? a large thump and a humf,  
coming from the chimney, Oh Dear !
He stomped and he clomped then he said to me,  
" You live like a pigster and where is your sister ?
clean up your place, what the Hee!  "
He held up a sock and my heart went KerPlunk  
as I watched him remove, all my favorite junk...  
He then gave me a card that was both soft and hard
dipped in gold it was lanced with sweet magical stance.      
He then waited and hummed as he Jingle Belled some
"Its time for my pension" he said, then he paused.
"guess what ol' chap, you've been Sanctity Claused !"

Inspired by Ink

Hermes, Patron God of travelers in winged sandals and caduceus staff  
you claim Godspeed as you fly on and on and on  
Nike, Goddess of victory, athletic troubadour, sweet paramour
you claim God speed as you fly on and on and on  
Iris, Goddess of the rainbow in Divine and mortal realms you go
you claim God speed as you fly on and on and on  
Eros, God of love, you take wing with cupid bows and arrow
you claim God speed as you fly on and on and on  
Boreas, as the north winds blow, your are winter's God of power
you claim God speed as you fly on and on and on  
Zephyrus, with a light wind gentle breeze every springtime, you bestow  
you claim God speed as you fly on and on and on  
Zeus, Greek God of lightning I feel your eagle feathers as I muse,  
as I claim God speed, flying on and on and on  
you open me the door and I am there once more
like a Godly inspired, “Dumbledore"
you claim God speed as you fly on and on and on
on and on and on, on and on and on.  

Ps: Dumbledore is the old English word for bumblebee.

Illuminated figure eights swirling through the stratosphere
moonlet drops of gold surrounded by the ebon night
Star kissed wishes floating through the atmospheric dew
of a celestial paradise filled with joy and ebullient light

I want my writing
To be profound
A work of art you just
Want to hang on your wall
And when you look at it
Day in and out
The words will seep
Back through your skin
And melt in your heart
And suddenly, you feel
Like someone you've never met
Knows you better than
Your closest companions
And somehow that's okay
Because now you know
You've never been alone.
I've finished the first draft of my novel. What I want most is to make an impact on those who read it and to know that my words matter.
#writing #dreams #art #depression #expression
Kelsey
Written by