And if you listen to the mountains and the desert at night
they call out to each other
yearning
for their true custodians.
Browsing: Creative
a] What you’re telling your friends it is, and what your talks are all about…
“When I do not compromise
I am selfish and time-hoarding.
Chair.
Sit.
Adjust.
Adjust the other side.
No, adjust the other side.
People talk about feeling a pull from the ocean: its call, their response, and a splendid union. I can’t say I’ve felt the same. My pull comes from within, it is manic and obsessive. Every other thought is suffocated by my desperation for submersion. Returning to the water is a compulsion.
Choose your character. Choose a number and then find that number below. Your fortune awaits.
the soft hum of waves echo,
washing over my skin, eyes, mind,
as I slip slowly into the depths of dreaming.
sometimes I am a melting icicle
or glacier; tiny slips drip dripping away,
cascading down cold-blooded cheeks.
How shall I be
One of the great I see
In a world of “men”
Where I am a woman
They’ll reminisce on these nights, only the ones they can remember through someone’s Digicam photography. But they won’t remember how they got home, when they were head down in a toilet bowl, or when the party ended.