#digdeeper
Rolling thunder, closely followed by lightning.
A storm is near, all normalcy goes out the window.
The droplets make a soft pitter-patter on the
Stark, midnight concrete.
Inlaid with the tears:
Of college students,
Business professionals,
Homeless wanderers.
The salty droplets create a ripple effect in the water.
A man driving
We are always in a rush
He hits the puddle who hits
The little old lady
Our destinations become blurred
As the torrential downpour ensues.
People, including me,
COMPLAIN
GRUMBLE
No eye contact walking warily, wayward down the street.
But sometimes, maybe,
the clouds in a storm bring
Peace, maybe
Clarity, maybe
Presence. It may be.
Sometimes there’s a rainbow
Look for that.
Dec 23, 2019
Dec 23, 2019 at 2:44 PM UTC
Don’t call me pretty
Don’t fall in love
with the color of my eyes
Don’t tell me I have nice hips
Don’t compliment my hair
I was never doubtful of
anything but your sincerity
Don’t tell me that you love me
words give false hues to intentions
Do show me all your shadows
I’ll take shade in your candor
Love my crooked teeth
before my perfect lips
Give me more than mirrors
Don’t show me all your glory
Don’t let my eyes make choices
Don’t think I can’t work wonders
Just know that I respect you
Do show me how you suffer
so I can strengthen for the burden
Our souls are stronger than our vices
Let me feel your love
Do let your gaze forge valleys
Know the color of my spirit
Do tell me God is beautiful
Do tell me I remind you
Of something more than desire
Do see me as a window
and not a pretty picture.
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 7:10 PM UTC
Is winning really the only option?
Happiness the only outcome?
Who dictates us
in the conscience
of our own
desolate
minds
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 11:55 AM UTC