Sunday, April 6, 2008
Hello Is that your voice Whispering so softly Across the wind? Is that your face Pressed against The frosted glass? Are those your eyes Peering out from the darkness? Is that your hand Reaching out for mine? Are those your feet Pounding across the pavement On your way to me? Is that your heart Beating rhythmically in the silence? Hello I wish your voice Would whisper your name. I wish your face was pressed against mine. I wish your eyes were staring into mine. I wish your hand was already safe... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Reflection Pool
Reflection Pool Liquid glass- Brilliant crystal- Flat surface- Unmarred by nature’s forces- Elegance and purity- No falsity, no change- Consistency it reflects- The reflection pool- Deep with wonder- Wet with desire- Viewed with honesty- Given integrity- The reflection pool- Reflects what is really there- No fantasy- Just harsh reality- Alternate to what we wish to see- The reflection pool- All liquid beauty- Morality, it prides- Such depth to behold- Depths of the world- Reflection pool- It... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, April 4, 2008
Blended Horizon
Blended Horizon Frozen lake- crystallized ice- white snow- gray sky- blended horizon. Alteration, change- look beyond the horizon- all the world blended- one landscape- one world One people- IT'S ALL THE SAME © Stephanie Minor 2008 Sign in to see full entry.
Against the Current
Against the Current The river rushes by pulling along pain and distress- fighting against hope- the rapids offer no mercy. The current pulls you onward- no matter how hard you swim- no matter how hard you fight. You can hear the white noise of the tumbling waterfall- but no matter which direction you swim- you find yourself facing the current- the river pulls you along- the thunderous roar of the drop off draws closer- you shout- but nobody hears you cough- sputter- gasp for air but the current... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Better Thank Your Lucky Stars Concerts like these attract all sorts. Different social groups, and different ranged ages of people. It seems life is easily viewed when surrounded by a crowd of strangers. You seems to have strange wondrous thoughts. Who is this person? What is their life like? And you wonder; do they think the same about me, or do they only judge? The doors open and people shuffle into the looming building ahead, leaving behind the games that are never won, and the rides that seem... Sign in to see full entry.