Chibininjela
Just trying to get better at writing
Chibininjela
Just trying to get better at writing
Just trying to get better at writing
Just trying to get better at writing
There will be days
When the sun smells like melted chocolate
And my eyelashes can laugh with blinks of innocence
At the speckled enamor of your white belly.
There will be nights
When a fresh sigh can feel like the cool kiss
Of a white bedsheet in the summer.
There will be dreams
Of fumbling foals frolicking in the meadows of anticipation for the future.
There will be moments
Where I can c...
The lights are vibrating in my teeth. She’s talking but I can only hear the buzzing blanket of screams buried underground. She’s smiling so I smile as my eyes widen to watch her lips manipulate flesh into the sounds of a song I thought I knew. There’s a Japanese cat figurine in the other room. I can see it through the hallway where the lights are off but the living light from this room still cast...
There’s laughter outside the window
Like jovial birds twittering at painted wings.
Singing beautiful brushstrokes of sound waves
Fluttering hearts of springtime blooms;
Their beats the base to their ballads,
Booming with joy for new chances.
They laugh and sing to the late-bloomer,
Be patient.
You too will grow with wings
And fly.
Sing to the flightless bird.
Tell her that God didn’t clip ...