Her sandal straps sat as thrones on her heels, embellishing the sand that clung close to her skin. Her smile seemed painted on by some distant relative of an old famous painter. And her hair it was a mixture of ocean and tears. Tangled in hopes and last chances.
Stubborn.

Never brushed, never tamed.

It was only then, sitting on that porch, tasting that sweetest lemonade, could she ever think about anything besides her summer.

Of course she could, but she never quite did. She was one of those loose cannons.

Unpredictable.

Then again why would anyone hate her for it? She was so new, so fun, so much potential for anything at all. She was wild and free.

Everyones first kiss and last dance were delicately braided into the gallery of bracelets strung on her arm.

Heartbreak and loneliness was etched in blues and blacks on her hands. Tattoos of worn adventure printed on her fingertips.

Her arms, so easy to fall into, so hard to let go of.

With every kiss she pulled you deeper into her world until you were drowning with affection. Affection for her, for you, for love

And you tried, you really did try writing her letters, telling her how much you missed her. But life got in the way. All good things come and go and she was here but now, now she is gone.

And perhaps one day you'll find her again. Old and frail like all great lovers end up you will laugh about how the two of you used to run barefoot on the streets of your city. How you would kiss her in the rain.
  And perhaps then, she will love you.

Sickening shackles shake
Me
To the core of my being

Sometimes my curiosity peaks new levels as I wonder how someone could commit such atrocities.

A child's life,
so precious.
A child's spirit,
pure.

A child's smile,
heart warming.
A child's dreams,
forever growing.

A child is a scared key to a second realm that cannot be seen by grown ups.

A realm of happiness,
laughter,
and joy beyond comparison to anything else.

A child brings smiles on a cold, rainy day.
A child brings joy to the old and weak, fading away.
A child brings hope,
of a brighter, better future.

To me,
a child is one of the most special things in the world.
I hope to have my own some day,
and hopefully,
I pray,
something like this never happens to my child or myself.

But for now I grieve,
I mourn,
and I remember,
those who lost their lives in this horrific tragedy.
I send my condolences to the families of the children,
and hope they find peace,
love,
and a supportive community,
in this tragic time.

May God bless all involved in the incident,
and may they know he is taking good care of their loved ones up in Heaven.

my deepest empathy goes to anybody who's lost friends and family today. not just in the tragic shooting, but everywhere else in the world, too. see, hundreds of thousands of men, women, and children die every day, some unjustly, but blame will never be the answer. I will work on balancing the negativity with respect, positivity, and awareness; like they say, you can't fight fire with fire. we won't find peace until we release ourselves from hatred, fear, and blame. love to you all, and have a beautiful weekend! ❤

Too lazy to be ambitious,
I let the world take care of itself.
Ten days' worth of rice in my bag;
a bundle of twigs by the fireplace.
Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment?
Listening to the night rain on my roof,
I sit comfortably, with both legs stretched out.

You take my hand
Then you let it go
You said “You are ready”
To face it on your own

It won't be easy
Sometimes you'll fall
But there will be moments
That will make it all worth-wild

You said “Be a good person”
“Never let anyone Bring you down”
And Remember to stand tall
Don't ever hit the ground

But when you do
Rise up tall
Don't ever let the world
Make you feel small

Fight for the right
Denounce the wrong
I can tell you Daughter
You are so so strong

And I know all
about your scars
Each one makes you
Who you are

And it's OK Dear
Your wars over now
Live in peace
And be proud

So I want to thank you Mother
For breathing life into me
For seeing what you see
And teaching me

For every lesson
For every Hug
And for teaching me
How to Love

I never knew here to be one who would accept my roses
Or even one to exchange kisses like Eskimos, rubbing noses
But I could tell you it was her smile that gave her away
Even amidst the mud on her cheeks she gained throughout the day

She was never one for dresses, no, her jeans fitted just fine
Her figure flattering, though her clothes modest, humble in her design
And she would sooner throw a punch than look for rescuing
Yet she showed her princessly ways every time she'd sing

She would rather raise a mug than a cup of tea
And romp around, laughing all the while, on the bed with me
She'd giggle when I burped, and defeat me all the more
Then lie with me to look at the ceiling from her bedroom floor

But when she cried... oh when she cried... there crying she would be
And you would see no figure that was all the more dainty
No words said as she'd bury her face deep into my chest
Strong is she, all to me, in sorrow or happiness