"Cut!"

It was a gorgeous fall evening, the sun had started to set and the whole scene was covered in a golden glow. I smiled, feeling the warmth of the sun and wondering if this was a dream. But I was awake. Living _in_ my dream.

"That was good," said the director. "Let's run it a few more times and really focus on the emotions your character is feeling."

He wanted to talk about emotions? I was f...

She always dreamed of flying

Of taking off one day

And never letting her feet touch again

She always dreamed of flying

Of seeking answers hidden in mountains tops

And promises in long lost forgotten seas

She always dreamed of flying

But earthbound

She found she could only dance instead...

The wind blows

And my desires shows

Light disappears for the sky

I wish I could high

Take me away I beg

To the sky’s above

But the grass clings to my leg

But I just want to descend to the sky like a dove...

I love the gray time between night and day, when the sun doesn’t burn me. I get away from the bold neon of night lights in the city and luxuriate in the colors of marble and of doves. I love this fallow field with the wildflowers and the clover. I open my arms wide to embrace the world where no one is around to accidentally hit, or to offend—or to hunt. I’m being gentle right now, and I don’t wan...

After the rain..right?

They say in the morning, it’ll be alright because everyday brings a new light..new energy, associating the sun to greatness and the darkness it’s dangerous. What are we missing? See the lesson it stress us, and without the lesson we failed us. The true gift of life is living and we gotta go through that darkness to heal us. If we can just still us and find the gift within u...

The sun peeks behind the horizen line

The daisies wave and say the morning is fine

The sun rises high above, playing in the birds race

The daisies stand and watch from their place

Swoops and dives and chirps all along

The sun stays steady on the path it is on

Twists and twirls and laughs through the field

The daisies play with the children who yield

Like two canvases side by side

Two differen...

I imagined I was a bird that could fly anywhere I wanted. The place I wanted to be was in a meadow surrounded by meek and elegant flowers. The sky a dark grey with bright remnants of orange-yellow sun shining through the gloom.

In the half-light, I felt invigorated. Power surged through me in the form of adrenaline and curiosity. I stood tall, rooting myself in this force but also letting it lull...

“It’s funny how you thought you could win this.”

“Only you, a fool would ever think this.”

“You’re in my world, my rules.”

“How many times must I Say This.!”

“No, no more will I allow you to destroy my day. To destroy moments of silence, my moments of peace. My time with my children. Mind always on lease.”

“From this day forth, I’m free!

I’m everything I know me to be.

Now I show myself and l...

The summer breeze rattled the old farmhouse door as Edith sat frozen in place at the foot of the stairs.

She had sat here many times as a child waiting for her mother to be ready to leave for school or to go shopping or to church.

Now she sat with moist eyes thinking about how she would never wait for her mother again.

Even though it hadn’t been a shock, infact quite the opposite, she could s...

Write a definition

in the cornfields,

tell me exactly

what feathers wield.

To you, they’re merely

feathers, the equivalent of hair.

To someone like me,

a love letter with words to spare.

Feathers share a message

only ones who look for it can find.

Stories behind the black and white

and poking, do you seem to mind?

Feathers

drop

like

a

penny

...