contagious; the hum created
faster rubber, faster
goosebumps
sideways smile, slight dimple
upon me
the possibilities await
and the doves coo’d this morning
Contagious
Raw Efflorescence
peruse, but take care;
vulnerable: only the prelude to what is needed when describing her.
sensuous verdure, yet saffron is shy’s color in nature.
Autumn breezes by
she feels him upon her skin
and she yearns for more, His protection everything.
Our Story Is Over
Not a simple fix is it?
Lost somewhere between,
I’ll figure this out,
And just let it be.
Frustration
Manipulation
Disgust
This and it, being you,
Or us, and what didn’t work,
Even after trying.
Lies
Making up
Continually
Long gone are the days,
Of make believe,
Playing house,
And happily ever after.
Adulthood
Responsibilities
Teamwork
Following behind answers,
I couldn’t seem to catch,
But knew wouldn’t solve us anyway.
Relief
Understanding
Forgiveness
Today became the end,
Our story is over
And I’m free to begin again.
Life
ebbs and flows; comes and goes
the reality of the daily,
creates opportunity
sharing this life with another
is meant to be.
… a fog.
A mysterious morning can draw the eye towards yesterday.
A breath seen, taken and then released is found comforting for many.
Artic winds blow chasing shadows as trees create a sound which can frighten others.
Familiarize the steps needed to live for today. Presence captures the beauty of the wait.
Hush
Mesmerized by her icing
She’ll seduce you with her touch
Summertime is clearly over
Listen as Winter whispers, “Hush”
Vision
crystal clear shimmer
ocular candy cover
Mr. Winter Blows
Who Are You
sometimes it is easier
to allow the tears to fall,
warmly sit, and watch the sun set.
praying quietly for love
to come and conquer all,
lover, are you listening yet?
Snow Bunny
white piles high
work boots coming in handy
always tie tightly
Home Sweet Home
The brilliance of his reds
The muted hues of the shes
Building lives together
Watch them live their dreams
Craving Leadership
Friday Rant — to be fair I wrote this hours ago. Prayed on it. I’m allowing it to be heard. Happy Friday 😊
I wouldn’t and couldn’t vote someone into office just because – “I should”.
- When I don’t hear my voice within the nominated you can be sure I’m not placing my vote in their direction. A vote is a reflection of who I choose to be in this world. My voice matters just as much as yours. We don’t have to agree.
I wanna know your heart. I always have and always will. I will love all people because Jesus asked me to love my neighbor and I do.
In my opinion, we don’t vote someone in just so we have something to celebrate, try and create history with a personal theology out of spite, or just decide the trajectory of where we should be going as a world without a majority vote placing it upon an individual who has proven themselves worthy of leadership.
We celebrate because as a human race we have finally overcome and we have evolved. This is the natural way of celebration. NOT because a group simply wants it and forced it into being. Don’t rush. Everything in God’s time, people. (This is why we are where we are as a society.)
When I vote, I don’t care what gender, color or economic background the person has – the specifics don’t dictate my vote, okay. Don’t hear my words as my not caring about what makes someone beautiful.
I listen to them and watch their body language. I need a fighter in my corner, if they aren’t MY fighter I shall not sit still and go along because someone said I should. We choose them to represent not they us. Advocate for change and be part of changing but do not take someone’s right away from them, just because you disagree, by force or manipulation.
We all matter. May the BEST man or woman win. I realize everyone’s version of best is different, but imagine deciphering over two or three oh so very worthy individuals whom people trusted – in any aspect of life. What a world that would be.
Take me or leave me. I’ll be okay either way. ♡
My mom voice is alive and well, y’all.
*And yes, I miss you terribly.
Holding On
black and white photo
winter season of healing
purely blanketed
Darkness
The tick, is it inside my head or just over there on the wall
Both
The cold upon my hands is it still there or has it traveled to my heart
Both
The quiver on my lips is it caused by the world or by him
Both
Does art matter beyond the eye or will it stay forever in our minds
Both
When we are deemed useless is it easy to overcome or can it stay with us forever
Both
Scared I’m close to only one side existing. Weakness is impatient with me. Strength barely recognized.
Yet
I still see beauty. It’s in flowers, rocks, trees, clouds, water, prairie, mountains, oceans and sand.
And
I’ve witnessed love.
Simple Me
I have faith in you
I don’t have to have a reason,
I’ll wait forever if I must.
Wouldn’t life be wonderful
You’re the only one,
The only one I trust.
Prophetess
Act of life continual
Beauty of friendship dependable
Strength of devotion idyllic
Reaction of touch universal
Bounds of desire unavoidable
Art of love cryptic
Pain of loss actual
Depths of grief immeasurable
Grounds of recovery idealistic
Fate of reaction categorical
Power of instinct inseparable
Gains of clarity sibyllic
Monarch
If I wrote of awe struck
as cliché as it is
would you listen in interest
or out of duty, as it has been
my desires remain
I’m Writing
My Muse,
From the moment I read you I knew. You wouldn’t be easily removed, from my heart, my mind or my life.
Indifferent
Beautiful sunset tonight
An airport full of people to watch
Planes flying high
and I continue to look down.
Surrendered
an ache within
for progress;
strengthening,
surrender something beautiful
surrender something sure.
a simple decree
less distress; a little more
happily ever after,
surrender something beautiful
surrender something sure.
apricot visions
release me;
wandering free the verdict –
but far from home,
surrender something beautiful
surrender something sure.
