Nothing to say.Too much to say.Pen to paper isLike a glass to my mouth. Sometimes I don’t realizeHow thirsty I amUntil water touches my tongue.I drink Liquid spills all over.I don’t careI’ll clean it up later.The water refreshes My throatBanishing drynessIgniting a voice. My voice. Photo courtesy of Silviarita from Pixabay

I put feet to pavement.Rivulets of melted snowcascade in the gulley.I run at its paceadmiring the claritybeauty, and purityof the water.we both proceed swiftlyin the same direction. Motivation is fickle.Clear, blue skies lureme outside for a run.I crave sunshine and grapesI run toward Springbut the snow meltsaway from it.Still, we run in the same direction ...

I’ve no one to blameI supposebut myself.Isn’t that what they say?It’s my fault.I made the choicesI face the consequences. So this is how it goesI choose not to reach outbecause my hand wassummarily ignoredslapped awayand shushed.Weariness won, so Iretracted my hand. So this is how it goespieces of my life swirlinglike snow dusteach different, uniqueeach ...

Your movementsdebauched but steadyprecise like you arealways at the ready But your actionsare now instinctiveyou blend right inwith the crowd Your social cues performedwith perfect precisionno one even noticesthe undiluted shell you’ve become Your balance is offyou are strugglingto find your centeryour feet arenot touching the ground And like a pendulumyou swingwith every feelingyour core ...

Penned by Destiny Constantin & Calpernia Charles Fall changes something insideMy heart feels more prominentMy stomach is warmThe feeling of happiness flows freeWatching the leavesOn the trees change colorsGreen to red, orange to brownFeel of the holidays in the air Pumpkin spice flavorsBlatant and boldApple pie, cinnamon, nutmegAll spices screaming out loudSweet treats and familiesStories ...

Rise and fall, rise and fall, rise and fall… This is the rhythm the chest takes on to breathe. This is the same rhythm you take when you’re in love with someone. Rise and fall, rise and fall, rise and fall…

Incongruity is worn like A kimonoSplashing, swimming in the heat A back drop of goldenrod In its prime And the smell of crab applesFallen under the trees School in session As summer slowly Loses its grip.Welcome to Autumn.

You give me comfort. When all I can see are grey skies, you make my smile shine bright again. In the dark, every time I start to feel fear you tell me you’re right here and to hold on and lean on you. You give me comfort. When I want to lose faith you hold ...

Who needs to bring a knife to a gunfight, when all you have to do is leave your heart wide open? Hand them the match, what will they do? Will they let your heart go up in flames, and be consumed by the smoke inhalation, and turn to ash? Or will they give your heart ...