Sunrise, Sunset.
time is forever,
Limited.
*
Trapped in a box,
not of your,
Creation.
*
Crushed by
everyone else’s
Expectations.
If you can’t be you, what is the point?
What Will You Discover?
Dusk
One of my favorite times of the year is the middle of summer just as the sun begins to set. Dusk to me is a time when anything seems possible and that gets my creative juices flowing.
When is your favorite time?
Obstacles
Everyone has somewhere they want to go.
Some make it.
Some don’t.
What separates them?
Those who do not fear a path covered in mud.
The Poem Within pt. 2
Summer Time
I heard somewhere that Summer only lasts
93 nights.
Is that what causes this euphoria?
The scramble to find fun.
Fancy Free.
Windows down.
Heat rising from the concrete.
Patios full.
Lightning Flashing.
Cold Local Brew.
After all when the leaves change so will our
attitude.
Ideas
Writer’s Clock
Eventually we will all get to the 12 O’Clock hour.
Sunrise on Fremont
The other day I went on a stroll at 6am.
The things I saw cannot be shared for fear of breaking the code.
It was brilliance; ladies in lace, men missing their suit jackets.
People young and old and those who were confused as to their age intermingled.
No shame, no guilt, merely a laugh shared among only those who truly knew.
Dreams accomplished for some, Dreams shattered for many.
A story for each and a story for me.
Thanks Vegas 😉
On the Surface
I cannot see my reflection in the water, if I am not there, where am I?
Literary.Land.of.Alysia 