broken

disgusted by your inability to communicate without cursing in my ear... and no! I really DO NOT care how upset you are.

saddened by the loss of a time when friends were people with standards, who would tell it like it is, and encouraged what is right rather than comfort my confessed wrongs with the words ‘everybody’s doing it’.

sickened by a society of flesh flaunted, pierced, and painted, who indulge in every manner of bodily harm and force the same on those around you by your mere presence.

appalled by a generation so lacking in humility and discipline you shout at those who bled and bore you as if dirt beneath your feet, worthy only of disrespect and disdain.

tired of your deficit in decency.

collage

pssst oye!!
i know right
mmmmmk
so you say
what you want?
mi cyaa manage
listen dis ediat...
thup?
too faas man
wwWOOAAHHH, mi livah!!
zimme?
yup
allo
mi HUNGRY!!!!!!!
okey dokey
waddup?
yu nuh like u bed?!
fershlugginer!
for real!!!
wasssabi!
ok, cool
tayyad!!!
mi a mad yassoh
motherblogger
yeh yeh waddever
jklsefesopiweqf ok
VEX!
mi cyaan memba
tufffff
hey wazzup?
deh ya
go home chica
it ruff...trus mi...
U SEE IT!!
ok ok enuf joke fi one day
okidoki
a hoaah
it a kill mi
hype!
ciao
besos!
hobbit out!
ah BWOY!!!!
go a yu yaad man
mi LIVAAAHH!!!
Selah!!!
plant

serendipity

He entered and she noticed. She watched him as he experienced the sight and sound of his new surroundings. She mentally noted the uniqueness of his name as he introduced himself to his audience.

His talents shone over the course of his orientation, along with a personality that she quickly grew fond of. Their interactions were secretly treasured and increased in quantity and quality.

Under his impressive and jovial exterior, she found a sensitive, honest, intelligent, and purposeful individual in whom she could confide. Now one of her closest friends, she smiles when she thinks of him, and is grateful for the day she warmed to a stranger.

captured

The smallest fraction of a moment, engraved forever. Minute in duration but monumental in impact, it lays etched; vividly exposed through the shutters of the mind’s eye, arousing the senses to its memory.

wept

They were not speaking. The days before were filled with pain and anger. Yet, there she stood, gaining life eternal, and all former ill feelings between them were instantly forgotten without request. In its place extreme joy flowed within them, spilling from their eyes, culminating in an emotional peak so strong their frail bodies strained to support it.

Equal in magnitude but opposite in direction, such emotion was matched only by that of their first physical separation. Powerless to prevent their sorrow, it gained intensity and broke through like a dammed river finally defeating its captor, flooding the banks of their faces and beyond them, exposing their deepest emotional trough. Miles apart, their strength weakened with each drop until there was nothing left but slumber.

promise fulfilled

she fought to hold back the tears and failed miserably at her attempt. he was leaving and she could not bear the thought. she tried to remember their happiest times in an effort at relief, but only increased her pain.

she touched his hand, laid her face next to his, and felt the warmth of his cheek next to hers. she lightly kissed his lips, slowly mouthed those three little words they often shared, and mustered a smile as he gazed sweetly at her through the windows of his soul before closing them for all eternity.

[Meet Me There - Richard A. Nichols]

the companion of trees

I write to release
the feelings flowing through my veins
and the thoughts that flood my mind.

The words that shout from my lips
fall unto the page and are engrained
in its threads in silence.

The hand that forms a fist connects
with only the pen whence the ink flows,
sparing the walls my rage.

The tears that well in my eyes
increase the fluidity of my fingers
as they move across the surface
expressing pain and joy alike.

The leaves receive them all,
and ne'er once complain for their burden.

weakness unveiled

indecision; the bane of my existence
and source of my frustration.
it is but a wounded heal
pulling me back with each step.
it is that which has plagued
every crevice of my life,
resulting in emotions that
inevitably lead to anger so strong
my muscles ache to release it.

arrival at a verdict that will
then be forcibly maintained
continues to be my failing:
the decision to wake or sleep,
work or waste, go or stay,
love or leave, hold or release,
check the weather or soak to the bone
like a bitch through sprinklers,
live or just stop breathing.

pastel passion

There it stands, blank before me, waiting to be touched, bursting with potential. With each soft stroke it takes a new form, preparing itself for the next. The strokes increase in number and intensity and it responds to it... it expects it... it welcomes it.

The slightest change in pressure of my touch yields visibly rewarding differences. The continuous and patient motion of my hands finally results in a brilliant explosion of contrasting scenes: silk softness merged with rough, hard lines. What was once blank now covered with radiant beauty and colour.

missing

I brace for the inevitable. The void forms quickly inside when my eyes open to the reality that part of me is missing. This is familiar, but each time the void fills, the fresh pain of its emptying seems more difficult than the last. My soul cries.