you are the soothing hum
the grass stains on my jeans
the summer in my hair
the color in my cheeks
you are the the constant wave
beating against my heart
the warm honey on my lips
the paint on my nails
you are the perfect dance
and a moonlit ride
the sticky vanilla cream
you are the flower in my palm
the reason I smile
the chills down my spine
you are more than you'll ever know
you are the love of my life

Steak dinner
perfectly cooked.
impeccable presentation.
one single bead of sweat
on her forehead.

boys, when done, get up
from the table
before her.
kiss her thank you
(make it a tradition).

clear the table.
pour her a glass and lead
her to the sofa.
leave the kitchen spotless
for her. every grain on the
cutting board;

one of her beads.
nothing is holier than one
that feeds another.
season gratitude with
effort.

it isn't rocket chivalry.
it should go
without
saying.

Write because...

your thoughts
                                are more precious
                                than the finest golds.
your imagination
                                is more vivid than
                                your most treasured
                                childhood memory.
your creativity
                                is more boundless
                                than the ends of
                                the earth.
your opinions
                                are more valued
                                than you may think.
your feelings
                                are more valid
                                than you've been told.

And most importantly write because...
                        W  o  r  d  s     a  r  e    p  o  w  e  r  f  u  l.

*"Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts." -Patrick Rothfuss

(Margaret.)


I said: This is a beautiful fresh rose.
  I said: I will delight me with its scent,
  Will watch its lovely curve of languishment,
Will watch its leaves unclose, its heart unclose.
I said: Old Earth has put away her snows,
  All living things make merry to their bent,
  A flower is come for every flower that went
In autumn; the sun glows, the south wind blows.
So walking in a garden of delight
  I came upon one sheltered shadowed nook
Where broad leaf shadows veiled the day with night,
  And there lay snow unmelted by the sun:--
I answered: Take who will the path I took,
  Winter nips once for all; love is but one.

I see the light,
I see it pretty clear,
Perfect!
After years of darkness,
Finally!

Wait,
Why is it getting darker?
Why are you shutting the doors?!
Why are you building walls?!

Then,

I saw a reflection,
It was me after all

When I walk on this world, she lies down on her back for me to walk on.
When I sleep she becomes my blanket covering me from wrath of darkness and my head rest on her lap.
When I am in love, she becomes my heart.
When I am sad, she wipes my tears.
When I am angry she sobs and wind breezes touching my soul.

Oh Mother, take me and I will wipe your tears from the wound caused by your foolish children.