The light is soft, the air is moist, the water rushes fast, the stars shine, each one a glowing crumb in the sky. The land is quiet and solemn. The owl calls, without haste, “Whoo? Who?” as if talking to the column of moonlight that stretches across the land, as if to soften the quickly growing darkness. The moon, full of solemnity, stares down upon it all. A beautiful painting, a lovely design ..read more

Oh, write me a chapter, one where I am none, the trees lash merrily, the sun is dim, a muted invitation, for me, for you ..read more

On the water the bugs float, lazily, legs stretched out, looking to grip a stick or stone, camouflaged in serenity, as if, do I have to hide from frogs today ..read more

Has anyone ever wondered why trees reach out? Oh, the branches So lonely that tree must be, alone in the middle of a honeysuckle field dappled with nothing but its own leaves Leaves, oh tree’s loves, they leave as happened to me, as happened to him, reaching out to pull her back, alone ..read more

the rivers flow gently with leaves floating by in the crystal clear sky clouds circle by as a bird tweets in a tree. I watch how nature is beautiful as can be as wind sways the trees. And I think I love nature and I hope it loves me ..read more

Oh banter and Talk Canned Laugher and Fun in movies but Let’s keep BANTER and BANTER until your Eyes get heavy and heads CLASH down. Powering seconds of bams + HAHA’s Over HILLS of LAUGHTER And CHATS-BAMS with joy until I Say: Quiet yo, Time To Banter ..read more

Sometimes, courage can be broken. Stories I’ve read felt like it happened. Words could not be spoken at that time. Where would this life lead me? Is it to the sea of worries or a world of spells? I shouldn’t doubt myself. Anger erupts in my mind, but what I let out is the great lion’s roar. But somehow, it was never heard. Even a pin drop sends ripples into my mind, A collection of questions, some not always answered. The magic of a child and a pet is so deep that it could never be lost in life. There is hope! People don’t share their secrets because they’re the greatest luxuries one can keep ..read more

The brain is an organism that lives. We are creatures; we deepen our arc of knowledge. We can tumble into an image of fantasy, best yet, commotions, emotions, I communicate verbally. Welcome to reality. It’s a place where dreams stop or continue, It’s a blank page of a story with no proper ending. This feeling of tension burns up into my body. It’s something I cannot quite name. Could it be an emotion’s name? Nope, it’s untitled, unleashed, a vulture flying through the winds of our hidden passion. We are just souls scattered throughout the universe, As compared to Mother Earth. We are less tha ..read more

The whispering light hangs in the shadowy trees As I fly down a golden path of fireflies Toward a pirate ship door handle that Slithers like an octopus tentacle in my palm, And I am filled with blue fear ..read more

When Mom gets mad she explodes like Sprite When we get into a fight Still, her heart’s a shimmering waterfall of light ..read more