Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
My reality is different than yours, yours is different than mine. Yet our paths cross, our lives interact. Sometimes they just brush against each other.
By Katie 5 years ago in Poets
The landscape is devoid of any color, save mostly black and white. The trees are adorned with a fresh snowfall.
How have you done this? Some spell cast perhaps, woven through your words, your gestures and your smiles.
The other day I glanced back. I took a look back at my life. Reliving in mer moments, what took a lifetime to transpire.
Having lost that part that mattered most, carelessly given away. With little or no regard for the future.
Suppose for moment, the fate of the world rested with one person. One individual who, like it or not,
There was an avalanche of emotions, tumbling uncontrolled, gaining speed, rushing, exploding outward.
Its a wreck of a boat, beached,rotting, long past saving. Still it has a certain draw, a certain beauty in it’s decaying carcass.
Its one of those days, gray, the colors of fall gone. The wind is starting to pick up, causing the leaves to dance down the path before me.
I’m stuck somewhere between here and there. Where I am and where I want to be. She’s trying I know she is, this change, this thing I’ve put on her.
A Tempest on the horizon. Heading our way. Invisible to the blind, unheard by the deaf, hidden by others.
Be the mountain, Imagine in yourself the strength, the will, the patience, of a mountain. Imagine the presence that a mountain exerts,
