Our lives are very intersected
Underneath the diverse layers we embody
So sometimes we collide
On other occasions we crash
To a thousand little pieces we succumb
Broken into fragments of a single whole
With the New Year comes new dreams, visions, and desires…a fresh chance at a new start. Here’s hoping life opens up the year to us like never before; dreams falling in place, purposes taking flight, visions realized.
Happy New Year! May it be your best yet…
Last year, my fingers didn’t find time for the keyboard or pen as much as I would have liked, and it looks like it might be no different this year.
I will continue to write in my notes and such but I might not be able to share as I would like to…some major accomplishments require my undivided attention, and so I need to reprioritize my time, and schedule. I will make every effort to share whenever I can but please don’t hold me to it, especially if I go several months without sharing anything.
Feel free to reach out via email, Facebook, or twitter. I can’t promise I will be regular on those outlets as well, but it will be nice to hear from you once a while.
Have a fulfilling and blessed 2014.
Blood is said to be thicker than water
But not in this instant
Not in this moment of dark shadows
In this moment each fallen tear marks stains
Stains deeper than blood from crimson red fingers pen stabbed sore
Words however small would not come
Thoughts however hazy will not form
Family and blood ties offer no motivation
Words would not come
A most unusual muse offers no comfort…
Vodka and tonic are like water in the shadow of two nights
Fingers shake and cry blood
Shot glasses stack high in cigarette butt
Eyes red with unshed tears as the first cock crows
Clarity unfound in the last drop…
In that moment her brown eyes caught his
Eternity happened and
Two became one
A world of desire yet unlived
Currents of lust never to be spoken(of)
Subtle smiles framing their lower lips
* Long time no post :). I really wish I had a good reason for not posting or interacting like I want to, and I can say I am busy which is mostly true, but I also have not had the desire to write as much as I would like to…nevertheless, I am going to commit myself to writing again as much as I possibly can with hopes that it will start to get easier and better.
Thank you for always stopping by, I have missed interacting with everyone. I hope you are all doing great, have a great week…God bless.
He graced my morning lightly with a kiss
Gentle and kind on the temple
His soft lips blessed my day
Then with a twinkle sparkling bright in his kind eyes
He kissed me deep and wet
I drowned in (his) love
Happy Friday friends!!! Hope it’s a great one :). Hugs and love!
Saturday stole my heart
In the midst of summer’s cold rain
Washed by it’s immense quiet
I lost myself in a book or two
Imagination taking me past 2pm
And prosaic wifely duties
In absolute darkness I sit
Awaiting your caress
Silent prayers whispered
That mundane thoughts soon will turn to words
Fatigue clouding my cognitive
Obscurity still stealing the show
I long for the days when words flowed
Like rivers of many water
Pens running dry at the sight of paper
Inks wasted not night after night
Blisters and finger sores
A sign of victory
Wisely masked between metaphors
And Sunday’s steamy nights
I have missed writing
And hope ink from my felt pen &
Blood from my fingertips spill desire and passion
Onto blank screens & papers soon...
*I found my way onto this blog tonight and my heart smiled as words formed in my head :)*
It’s that time of the week again, Friday fictioneer par Rochelle, and this week’s photo is courtesy of Jennifer Pendergast. I came up with this fictional story that is not the best but is the best I could come up with. Comments and constructive criticisms are very much welcome, and feel very free to join in the fun and participate. THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS STOPPING BY. Blessings for a great weekend!
Image courtesy of Jennifer Pendergast.
Bunmi squinted… after only 3 hours of sleep she could barely keep her tired eyes open. It didn’t help that the snowstorm had caused power outage and her glasses were still missing.
Reaching over in the dark for her phone, she checked her email…there was a message from Rochelle. She tried to stare at the image but there was no use, it was hard to see…it looked like a giant candle to her, but after the doctor’s results on her eyes it really could be anything…
She rubbed her tired eyes again as a tiny voice called for her in the dark…the unknown image in the email bothered her…she wanted to know what it was…she wanted the lights back, and her vision right…