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.
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.
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
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.
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
Time Time to go Time to stay Time is always, getting away Time is like water, it slips through your fingers Yet you can contain it briefly, like a memory Time is precious and yet can be the enemy It rushes, when you wish for it to wait And waits, when you want it to… Read More Tick, Tock
Doubt, it’s everywhere, isn’t it? We hear it from everything and everyone even if we do not realize it. Magazines with beautiful pictures of men and women smile and say no you will not be like us one day. The televisions scream and shout about, with its alternate reality of what we wish could be but only get… Read More Doubt
Coffee Shop A giggle A whisper A soft subtle sigh as a story comes to a close Drip Drip Drip Ah that first sip At the coffee shop. – Amandia Lawrence