#zones
Our homes are war zomes.
Made with bricks of invidiousness.
Polished with the indignities.
Plastered by insincerities.
Smeared by censures.
Stained by the scandalizers.
And
Shredded by the scandalmongers.
Jun 13, 2021
Jun 13, 2021 at 12:00 PM UTC
Almost my whole life
I’ve been writing
short simple lines for myself
I love all little beautiful things surrounding me.
Love to look and discover
all the beauty in nature
It makes me so happy.
I know there is so much going on in this world where we’re living in. Things that make you really sad!
But then I saw a documentary
today...
And all I can say
I can’t post a quote today.
Shell ✨🐚
Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 2:49 PM UTC
Step through the clouded mist
Reflect upon the silver pane
Assist and improve to renew
the lesser side of you
As the body regenerates
in kind so can the mind
Rectify verbal constructs
There's still time to grow
in matching your actions
Stretch between your
panic and comfort zones
Observe parity with clarity
Lessons in self awareness are key
as you can't always be told what to be
Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 3:33 PM UTC
I captured,
Shot,
Snapped,
Clicked them.
They were documentaries,
About fashion,
Landscape,
Fine arts,
Candid,
Action like sports,adventures,daring feats,
Corporate events,
Parties and weddings.
They were in different forms,
Glossy,
Enlarged,
Iconic,
Aerial,
Black and white,
Panasonic,
Contemporary,
Digital.
They recorded history,
Made an impact of sharing emotional truth,
Carried memories,
Held important documents,
Reproduced a moment,deep feelings,
Raised awareness against poverty,famine, abuses and disasters.
Reshaped public opinion on Government,
Conveyed emotions,moods, narratives,ideas and messages.
They are my Photographs.
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 7:13 AM UTC
You militate my mind
And Rehabilitate
My heart back into normal pace
You're a Rainbow Fish, I'm a Dace
Outcast put in his place
He now wants to go face to face
With what is stipulating his
Progress as a human
His furnace is fuming
You are the one subsuming
His mind when he's angry
Now the anger is dwindling
He thinks of cherry blossoms and her smile
He's content for awhile
While alone
If he heard you on the phone
He'd be out of all zones
Not a single hint of drone
In his behavior
You put him in his best
Your name is lightly engraved into his chest
Only you may know about it
Since it's not tatooed there
He'd rather stare
Into your eyes
Instead of tell you lies
He'll hate himself
If he betrayed your trust
You're gold to him
When he thinks he's rust.
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 7:08 AM UTC
Where are you most comfortable?
My comfort zone is at my house, in my bed. It's a place that I've known for the past 10 years. It's where I've had countless sleepovers, and movie nights and late night chats with my friends. In 3 months I'm leaving my comfort zone, and I'm moving to a new place. I'm excited and nervous. Excited because something new is fun. Nervous because my whole life is a comfort zone. I've lived in the same place practically my whole life. I've had a crush on the same one guy my whole life. My main friends are people I've known since I was 4. My whole life has been basically the same for a long as I can remember, and I love it like that. I love my zone, and I don't know if I'll be ready to leave it all behind in T- 3 months.
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 1:24 AM UTC
It's 4 A.M., you're on your afternoon coffee
The fuel you drink as black as my night
Still you'll be sleeping long before I will
When this 4 A.M. will have stolen your daylight
By now your tomorrow has taken my weary
This witch hour feels like eternal remorse
A limbo between our past and my future
This night's silence drowning out yours
Are you counting the hours from you to where I am?
Assuming your waking equals my yawn?
Will dreams come to me with this AM turned PM?
Will you love me again when your dusk meets my dawn?
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 11:18 PM UTC
The phone bill is increasing all because of
too many minutes I’ve spent falling asleep
listening to the dialing tone.
Where are you?
I’m sorry it’s so late,
it’s just that I’m still trying to
plan our future but you are
already three hours ahead of me.
You see it’s just that
your present is my future and I’m no psychic,
my present is your past and you
never really had a thing for history.
In certain parts of the world,
a word can have a specific definition,
however while used in a different location
that specific definition loses meaning
and the word is redefined.
I wonder if that was the case for us
for when the words ‘
love’ and ‘forever’ fell from our mouths
over the phone one night.
I’m sorry my dear but my heart will forever be
three hours behind yours.
But I guess I should just give it some time
because I’m sure by then
the hours will cancel out and
I will have stopped caring
just like you have already done.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 9:22 AM UTC
Living in a different era would be marvelous.
But get this,
They had the same problems that we are all facing today.
Problems that baffle your mind.
"Why on earth are they still debating over it?"
Living in a different era would be fabulous, wouldn't it?
But would you still have the same privileges accessed today?
Maybe some of you but not all.
Living in a differnt era......
if it were possible, would you go back?
Back to the days were life was as simple as black and white.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 7:43 AM UTC
You sleep for 9 hours and some 12 minutes,
about 10,417 miles away from where I lay,
though, this hour would also end the daylight.
I'm waiting for you to open your eyes,
so here, I can begin my day.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC