Busy busy bumble bee Always working for the colony Working working don’t ever stop Only if you’re lucky Do you get one drop Of honey.
When I was a young girl, I must’ve been about five or six, I would always be outside running around playing. Mama hardly ever knew where I got off too. She said I would be gone for hours while she looked after my little sister. But I remember. Down the dirt road we lived… Read More The white house, the old lady, and the little girl.
Sun shining Still, they fell like diamonds from the sky for surely they were diamonds to the ground. Precious, desired, replenishing. The one resource on a never ending cycle.
Reality a beautiful place with a beautiful face and yet the soul within is decaying. Tangled Twisted wrapped up around so many poisonous dreams. Reality such a fine lady is never as she seems.
Tilting her paint brush she added one final touch. A smile came across her lips, something that had not happened in quite a while, as the painting reminded her of home. Finding it perfect Portia signed her name in the bottom corner, so as not to take away from its beauty. As soon as she dotted… Read More Portia the Portal Painter
Deep within the night Two forces meet with such might Both are superior to the other in various ways and yet just as weak. The wolf runs through the night able to maneuver in and around obstacles all while noticing small details. The dragon soars over the bigger picture Some say such companionship is unheard… Read More Wolf & Dragon
Running Searching Searching Unable to stop, moving from one thing to the next. When will we ever find rest? When there is nothing left? Will we ever see through the distorted images of society? Only when blinded could we ever truly be free to see. Who we are meant to be.
Yep, you saw that title right… I can’t believe I am going to try this again after miserable failing last camp. But what do they say? Failing is only failure if you do not move forward. Okay maybe I just made that up, maybe I heard it before I honestly cannot say. I did get… Read More Camp NaNoWriMo July 2017
As a new day dawns, and old one dies. Yet no one weeps, no one cries. Death has become normal, then again when was it not. The act of causing death, though was never natural, and yet we as a human race have made it normal. In our world where we pride ourselves on being… Read More Normal Death
It’s a signal, a sign as it dances around you oh so sublime. You can breathe it in you can blow it out Though only when it stings your eyes and makes you cry do you really see what it is all about. A poison in one of many disguises, it fills you up and… Read More Smoke