O Spinner of a Thousand Tales (That recycle the same four plotlines) O Maker of a Thousand Worlds (Populated by the same 6 characters in different hats) I plead to you, Creator of (clean, black-and-white) Conflicts, that my narrative be flush with thine bounty. Let…

Big powerful horses loudly stomp their hooves deep into the earth beside the creek. Afraid, I take refuge in a prairie filled with saplings and boulders and watch from afar their mourning ritual. The horses are grieving – they lift their heads and begin to…

So many years had gone by It didn’t feel like you’d missed any moments away We talked You encouraged me And when it was time for goodbyes Arms extended to embrace you in a hug Grabbed nothing but missed air An alarm sounded and you…

The pen is heavy in my hand, its shadow is a monster on the wall. I finish another letter and set it next to the weeping willow tree. It disappears when I reopen my eyes. Rain polka dots my hair and the sky and I…

The lavender stretched to catch the sun rays. The sunflowers followed with their friendliest gaze, The cucumbers grew plump on the vine, Picked for the tasting when it was the right time.   The garden gows with patient care. Sun, soil, water, and time, The results…

Summer Breeze Tell me gentle wind Is it at last hot summer? I can feel warm air Announcing he is coming Wet, tan, and fun After a lovely spring …I am still wating!   (Sevenling, hour 8 @Mejia2019)

Before Darkness Angry rainfall growls Before darkness landed in Bringing daylight hope (Haiku, hour 7 @Mejia2019)

Faces Face appearances Expression of emotions Stuck in every self (Haiku, hour 6 @Mejia2019)

I asked you something, never really expecting a response. Yet, you came to me later I could smell your perfume And hear the subtle timbre of your voice All at once, I knew You spoke of many things Alluded to much more When it was…

I wish I could wield These fiery synapses Like a pen Drawing lines at my discretion Coloring and shading at my will But they resist I cannot control their narrative I am but a player Free-falling and directionless Under the blindness of my nocturnal occasions.