#towels
the sign speaks to you
in your mind
but you know
it is silent.
take a fifth one
feel the rough material
scratch against the skin
of your hands
take a sixth one
and be free
take a seventh one
and break the cycle
May 21, 2025
May 21, 2025 at 1:58 PM UTC
What of the stories,what of you,what of the words or what of my dew
Lies and lies
Strangled the fliers
Witnessed it, he has admirers
Sweetness and tartness ignored
Mulberry swallowed but in the heart it sored
What would the 'dead lips' pen
When it had not the truth,son
Curses though slip off
Feelings be never any drawf
For to hate
Once there should have been love's bait tight
How dangling and dwindling
No shore was he ever kindling
Hours and hours
It takes no par
Touch not that knight
He has swords defending with might
How barren is he and
Knows not any scabbard
Those wands of enigma
That suits not the noble hands off stigma
Suitors of temper
Shooters of blood towels much damper
Is it your blood ?
Shut-up for god's sake
Let's arrange him a slumber
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 10:25 AM UTC
Soft sand and hot beaches,
Wild winds and beach *****
Towels and sun tan lotions.
A little girl as old as six,
Kicking up broken shells and sticks.
Wind-blown sand ripped across her bare ankles,
Hair a mess,
Full of tangles.
Squishing sand between little toes,
Little miss curious with cheeks of rose.
A toothy grin turned up to the sun,
Laughter ringing through the crowd,
A mother calling out, "Go have fun!"
Long dark hair bouncing through the crowd,
Skipping back to the shore,
Smiling faces all around.
Suppressed memories of a little girl the age of six,
Something remembered,
A mind to fix.
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 9:36 PM UTC