standing underneath a streetlight dim artificial glow rain falls around like glitter and when the light hits right you are floating within stardust darkness like a warm blanket hugs the sidewalk barely seen tree outlines lean in close and whisper good ideas to enact later i write them down i go (to myself) oh that…
Tag: Writing
visualizing purple clouds
seeing the infinite landscape stretched out before me cloud lines along the distant mountains just a scribble on the paper in purple bleeding ink soaks into the page and down into where the mountain meets the water can you see it in double vision? as something from within your imagination, a picture within the mind…
boldness
ambient sound louder more intrusive than previously timelessly aligning and at the end of the day new dawn mornings of one thousand beginnings and the plants seem to remember but it’s been a while it’s been a while hesitancy and masked frustration no one wants to be caught not living up rather a sideways life…
listening when the world says go
during the moments where there seems to be no answer where doubt can give into fear when the anger seems so deeply rooted that aggression may take over the world responds the world responds in a way that can give hope it’s a read between the lines kind of response it’s the kind that gives…
the moon’s sense of humor
tonight the moon is only a sliver yet i can see its outline it shadow glows against the backdrop of night not much illumination is needed to see its full shape yes, the moon seems very close tonight like i could reach out and boop pluck it from the sky like a blueberry or a…
the music muse
essence that brings forth music like vibrating strings makes a vuh sound with your mouth elusive kind of spritely in a way likes to hide behind rocks and deep within forest is fascinated by wind for some reason thinks outloud in song form like singing helps to solidify give shape size dances around frequently kind…
the light within her hands
in her cupped hands closed yet through each line in between fingers warmth the light shining through making her hands appear as if glowing red slowly she opens her hands revealing the light inside and it is a gift from somewhere so mysterious you could say far off it is a gift she’s given us…
scent of rain
sweet and heady and full water filling in space until the surfaces the indentations and grooves all the cracks and crags are filled to the brim scent after rain is gentle it lingers and moves in a way that only it can do mixed with dirt and wind that has died down mixed with plants…
The Real World – Theater Edition: Get It Out
Barbara Jwanouskos, putting it out there. My mind races constantly. From what I’ve gathered, this is pretty normal. It’s filled with so much stuff that I can have trouble focusing on any one thing. I think some would say that they’re good at multi-tasking when they have this quality – I not sure I believe…
The Dynamics of Groove 