Simple.Let's try this.Nothing too fancy.Why not make it.Simple.It's another day for us. Waking up to sunlight peeking through the shades.Take a seat, grab a pen, and open your book. See that blank page meantfor today. See the adjectives, nouns, verbs and punctuation that will fill it.You could begin with the first thought that comes to mind or lean back in yourchair pondering over a paragraph or so.How will it start? Will you continue from yesterday or in an unknown scene?Will the plot develop gradually or does a startling and unpredictable eventhurl the protagonist straight into the fray?Your pen commences its entrancing dance with elaborate movements as it makesits way across the page. Scratching marks here and there, dragging the tipto create both thick and thin lines.It's not how you had initially wanted it, but you can always come back laterto alter a few words or sentences.You take a moment to reflect on what brought you to this day. Those days thatwere calm, strange,
Potential.Our days toggle between few modes. The nightfall and daylightare filled with either peril, felicity, or solid tranquility.It is ever fluctuating, constant for so long within one stagebefore winds of change blow in your direction. Indiscriminateof conditions present in all precious life, these phases canamplify the effects produced by current plights or evencompletely alter the tides of a circumstance. How ignorantmany are of this, poorly adjusting to the bending and twistingsituation for they see not the vigor they harbor inside. A rawpower, tempered through time, that will supply you with themeans of prevailing over the harm and sadness filled days.An enigmatic gift for those cherished moments you'd wish notto be ephemeral. And the energy required for preparation ofwhat is to come after the calm has past and there is peaceno longer.We all have that inside us, hidden away in the beginning, allfor our own benefit. Search for that power, gift, energy,and I shall do the s
Felicity.I want to love, to kiss, to hold thee.On days I feel alone, choices made to flee,I trust you will find me. To play gloriousmelodies for you and I be honored by yourown talents. Soothing nights spent lying downtogether, surrounded by silence as yourdelicate touch accepts offered command overme.Pain and misfortune pay their visits and ourbonds reach their limits or worse, are tornasunder. However, precious time is spent tomend wounds and produce new ties after theresults from tragedies.Laughter turns to tears.Running, then standing still.I desire all that comes from you and you wishto receive everything I give.And those three silly words, they shallcontinuously pass between us each and every day.Being in your presence will satisfy the senses:-Eyes I gaze into till my own grow weary.-Taste of your lips, pecking them here and there,until they are numb (nevertheless, they always begfor another second longer).-Speaking and listening, in tune with our idlechat at all
Stability.Dreary days, simple ways.What person pays, such a price?As any man, with no plan.Can't give a damn, or a care in the world.Hear many pleas, while on sore knees.You can not please, the beast within.Held by a lie, a pronounced 'goodbye'.We wish to fly, far from threats.Halt, don't exalt.At fault, I fear.Now on this ledge, make your pledge.And double-edge, shrouded no longer.Begin to create, even elaborate.A fate, a path, a story.Cherish love and cast off dread.Your light spans across all seas.With open doors, even in wars.I hope to see yours, will you see mine?
Reflection.I'm here now.Now where we once were. Now without you.Bonds between two can be made instantaneouslyand will both strengthen and weaken overtime.Our bond was like any other: irregular, stressed,and at times looking as if it might break. Itnever did though. We mended each others wounds.It took time; although, everything goes along with time.I can't help reflecting on those days.Sometimes moments that I had lost in the backof my mind are found so easily while I waste thenight away. Your face, your voice, your character,I remember it all. But what I recall and cherishedso much back then were your eyes. The window tothe soul, or so they say. To me they were a glimpseinto your heart. A heart that had known oppression,begged for answers, and suffered loneliness.So I did what I could, and with only a glimpse ofsomething so magnificent I gave it what every heart deserves.I gave it love.I did not even know it at the time. Regardless, I haddone it. Whether intended or not, you
Diminished. Part Six.Two tall boys strode past Leo as he walked away from the library."Let's see if the little nerd is here today. I need to pick on someone today," said one of them as the other snickered.Leo's ear caught those words and watched as they walked into the same building he had entered. Bullies, and they were going to pester that girl he saw. He took another step, but an invisible string tugged on him. His conscience was kicking in. Wait, why should it? This is similar to when he trailed that other girl. Something old and forgotten has immerged inside him…The sound of shattering glass brought him back to reality. With a deep sigh, Leo went back into the library.Standing in one of the rows with several books in her arms, the girl had a placid expression as the two boys towered over her. It was obvious that alone, she would have trouble with them.Plucking a snow globe off one of the shelves, the boy on the right sneered at it before tossing it up and letting it break into pieces on th
Hope.So long as this mask remains in mypossession, these regrets stay with it.I wait for that light. The one light.A light that will cast away the shadowsin my heart.Reason and belief fulfill their duties; however,it is your light that will bring the hammercrashing down. Shackles will be broken andrestraints undone. Words will not be necessary,the moment itself will make it perfect. Our eyes,our touch, our presence; they will do the speaking.But until then I must survive with one thing.I shall live with hope. Hope for that day to come.