their fingers twist around strings that are tethered to firm balloons. whenever we see them, they fly above everyone else, their taunts trailing behind them. but when their balloons deflate, they crash into the rocky earth, and their taunts are buried. air always escapes.
Escapril Day 19! Prompt: vanity. To be honest, this prompt stumped me for a while, and this is what I came up with. Thank you all for reading :)
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, find peace but don't forget your journey to that---old draft :-:
being no one is embarrassing everyone becomes null in everything put the mean in a meaning to steam but nothingness is a two edged sword when levitating a meaningless world
adopting the faces into my timeline for glasses to erupt in aware speak for themselves my thoughts of clears and fair notice my dares and hesitates when it comes to the memories of them fades and unfades want the roses to bloom for the awake of the kills and dooms
take a breath shake life's hand against death tongues speak although aimless word disguise is chic an invisible devotion about surviving chaotic commotion
anyone can lose anyone an lose their hope anyone can lose their faith anyone can lose their inspirations to create that you inspired
everybody can lose their self by locking the door and not letting anyone to come in. everybody has a choice in their life. when no body is looking and your back to yourself you still the person who lock the door and hate the sun to rise.
no body knows the behind story of everyone scars. except you and yourself.
anyone can lose their self. everybody has a choice. and everyone can lose their hope.
Today I am art Organised from top to bottom Grew out of a seed Like a dandelion Unable to keep for myself Charitably organised Carefully timed Strongly rooted
For when my tongue turns into fertile soil My words will balance life's circle My thoughts will be rained upon Feeding seeds of a language Many are blind to hear Yet recognised by whole of history For you to endlessly pluck and blow Spreading all of today's art
They come in a myriad of sizes, Their skin ranges beyond the rainbow of complexions, With hair graciously flowing amid an array of textures, They are beautiful as they are, For who they are, & what they represent.