#ski
You are my sunshine, my gentle light,
The warmth that holds me through the night.
When skies are heavy, and shadows fall,
Your voice, your smile, it breaks them all.
But clouds will gather, and time may fade,
The golden hues begin to shade.
Yet in my heart, you'll always stay,
My sunshine bright, my brightest day.
Dec 20, 2024
Dec 20, 2024 at 8:18 PM UTC
You are the strength that built my spine,
The steady hand, the guiding line.
Through silent nods and quiet care,
I’ve always felt your presence there.
Your lessons shaped the life I’ve led,
Your words still echo in my head.
Though time may change the paths we tread,
You’ll always be my hero, Dad.
Dec 20, 2024
Dec 20, 2024 at 8:17 PM UTC
Say you'll remember, my love, my dear,
Through every moment, far or near.
Kiss me softly when you go,
Like a breeze that whispers low.
Kiss me sweetly when you're back,
Under stars in the velvet black.
Let your lips tell stories true,
Of the love that binds me to you.
Love me till the morning light,
Hold me close through the fading night.
Hearts in rhythm, two souls align,
Forever yours, forever mine.
Dec 4, 2024
Dec 4, 2024 at 3:08 PM UTC
Watching the sunrise as it inches up the horizon is like...
Waiting for the popcorn to pop
Watching your favorite movie with that special ending
Remembering your last great kiss and wanting it again
Gazing into your fire pit with nothing else on your mind
Seeing a close friend for the first time in years
Having the greatest news delivered to you
Opening your eyes on a hike to see the most amazing, new sights
Hitting a hole in one
Driving down a long boulevard and not hit one red light
The smoothest, glassest water, to water ski on
The freshest, dryest, deep, untracked powder to float in
*** The sunrise is all this and more!
Start you day with a
SUNRISE
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 9:39 AM UTC
skidding down the slopes
of a Friday afternoon
deadlines looming fast
my rickety toboggan
- clattering alarmingly -
navigates the final run
and with a sharp turn
delivers me sweaty-arsed
but still in one piece
to the door of my weekend
at six on the dot
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 7:32 PM UTC
Is it love or is it just him?
Is it his galaxy-blue eyes,
or his sweet rose-colored lips?
Is it his soft pale skin,
or is it maybe his warm fingertips?
Could it be his vibrant laugh,
or was it when he held my hand?
Is it maybe the way he loves to stare,
or could it just be the small talk we shared?
Maybe it's love. Maybe it's really just him.
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 12:02 PM UTC
It's time to go down this slope
They all look down with disgust
But it is only myself whom I trust
With that ding, it's time for me to go
Speeding down all that snow
With my bravery in my hand
I leap off the ramp in order to understand
Why they didn't just hand me the rope
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 5:31 PM UTC
We are escaping. One, two, three, four of us. We are escaping from a shabby, ill insulated trailer home dressed for the 70's. It's poo brown **** carpets and dilapidated yellow wallpaper is behind us, finally. Here we are in brisk mountain air looking over and smiling at one another as we soar down the slopes on our skis. I smile to my right - all the while giggling at our oddly fitted goggles and red, wind whipped noses. I feel completely in control. The other three zip past me and down the slopes. I see them make it to our destination: A nice, contemporary and cozy cottage; but I take my time. I'm moving freely and side to side, wearing a smile as wide as my head. I approach the destination to meet the other three. All too suddenly, rather than coming to a nice stop, I realize that I am approaching a ski jump instead. With out enough time to stop myself, I decide to position my self so that I land in the pond that sits slightly to left of the jump. I hit the jump and soar in the shallowest sky, close my eyes and brace myself for the coldest water my body has no desire of sensing. I become enveloped in liquid warmth just seconds later. It's the most surprising embrace and I almost choose not to leave. But I remerge with my goggles missing and I watch the steam rise from the water in all directions. Asfter I wade to the edge of the pond, I pick up my heavy, saturated body and drag it onto the snow, smiling and unaffected by the cold, wet earth beneath me.
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 10:59 PM UTC
A rotten
bulldog desire
where slips
invite leisure
and surmount
halftime's wage
as victory
while this
lodge initiate
this lingerie
but furthermore
she will
dine in
ether starlight
how lustfully
that ski
course hitherto.
Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 1:48 PM UTC
Took a bat to a truck at a party
It wasn't my truck
I was pretty drunk, it was at a party
Struck the glass and made the truck bleed
The owner wasn't even mad about it
He let me hit it again
He started beating it with me with a ski
Rich people have skis in their garages
Owner said it was his dad's truck
We beat it until it bled out in the street
It felt good to beat something
Feels good he said
To beat instead of get beat
-E (c) 2017
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 3:32 PM UTC
Nothing in this world compares to the feeling
Of gliding through a Rocky Mountain snowy forest
Powder gliding under the skis, silently
And feeling like you're, for once, at peace
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 11:38 AM UTC