Elmarie Westerink

My thoughts... Are fingers caressing your mind. My thoughts... Are the sounds of autumn leaves on their twirling journey to the forest floor. My thoughts... are beacons of light in the night sky leading seeking anxious waiting travellers on their quests. My thoughts... are the shiny grains of magic sand blown into the night sky by Wendy to take me on a journey to Neverland. My thoughts... are cosmic rays, journeying into your soul, through your eyes like a cascading waterfall... Plunging down... Sign in to see full entry.

Never lose hope...hope is the elixir that fills me with energy and enthusiasm. Hope is the vitamin that feeds my soul. Hope is the plaster that covers cuts and bruises. Hope is the laughter of children... the injection in a chemotherapy ward... the first cry of a newborn... the photos posted on a mosque wall in Indonesia Hope is my salvation My rescue boat in a storm. And love? Love is a word that fills you with hope. Love is a powerful spell cast by a fat little angel with a bow. Or perhaps by... Sign in to see full entry.

Mindstorm... Magical forest Eternal whispers floating in the soft mist Barefoot...toes touching...fingers exploring Eyes staring...searching...seek ing... finding And then... the pressure rises clouds begin to gather the wind is a raging presence bodies desperately clinging together while the forest becomes a raging lion threatening destruction. Yet, while the world around them is in turmoil the storm inside abates replaced by joy so strong...so tangeable..so intense that it radiates through... Sign in to see full entry.

Words are bullets that I shoot from my fingers... they destroy dictators in my life, they vanquish those Hitlers and Napoleons whose armies of hatred and sarcasm are at the borders of my mind. Words are butterflies that fly from my fingers... they color your world they spread the seeds of love and lightly twist and turn in the morning sun that is reflected in your eyes. Words are hailstones that dance their destructive dance from my fingers... they cool down the fire that sometimes burns so high... Sign in to see full entry.

I am alone Playing life's games With eager opponents... I am one In a multitude of Faceless Facebookers. Desperately clawing their way Through false promises. I am lost In a labyrinth of Empty corridors... Walking aimlessly In the downtown of Virtual Reality I have lost my way In this boundless Neverland. And in the misty hazy obscurity Momentary closeness Cloaks hideous reality... Dots and dashes Have become my Cyber companions. I am alone In a rectangular...sometimes square World of deception. Sign in to see full entry.