Hour 4: The Mona Lisa

“A beautiful lady wearing black drapes, As though she’d just visited a funeral; In front of a natural background, She sits majestically, Like a lion its den; Her face so radiant, She attracts moths The perfect example of elegance and class, In a very mysterious…

Magic

Momentarily suspend disbelief, and separate yourself from reality. Bend your mind to see different points of view, look at life with childlike wonder, reach into your imagination, bring forth amazing fantasies. Weave stories and dreams into a collection of color, a vibrant tapestry of temporary…

Insecure Thoughts (Hour 15)

Insecure Th0ughts By: LuvMiFreely (Hour 15) The interest was there We had so much in common  Conversation flowing naturally  As soon as I feel the vibe I allowed the Devil to sneak in  Filled my head with thoughts of insecurities  Playing over in my mind…

When I Said No

Sneaking out with my friends To meet a middle-aged man With intent on stealing my virtue Talking of red wings, things I Knew absolutely nothing of Other than it was vile Friends with plans to steal away with me Telling me I shouldn’t wait And…

C’est la vie, no

There once was a time a long, not forever ago when a girl told me a secret not shared with just anyone but she and I were a thing and she was the first, of a sort and what she told me shouldn’t have made…

Anubis

I knew his name, Anubis, when I saw him, as if he spoke to me in my half sleep. There he stood near the wall at the sliding glass door of the house I rented, sight unseen. He looked at me as I rounded the…

Someday Maybe

Someday Maybe Children of the midnight sun who lost their sight also love to play hide and seek with butterflies among golden magnolias and white chrysanthemums fighting imaginary demons and pastries and cakes want to live eat, play, sleep and see the world as normal…

Hour Twelve

Prompt 12:  Poem of descending syllables   Blurred Destiny One fine morning, crisp mist gathered my senses, mainly my vision got blurred, forming a fragile lens. Lens of prism, scattering hallucinations  of destiny desired once.

Yes–Hour 15

Don’t ask me to ruminate and list the times I wish I had said yes The only times it truly mattered in the bright concourse of life I did say yes to my wife-to-be now my wife-in-fact Don’t ask me to tabulate regrets I have…

A Little Rest

A Little Rest   Life is delicate but you can’t be too careful work diligently, and take comfort in that which you do well yes, take comfort in your relative closeness to perfection in that which you do for, to take comfort, and to enjoy…