The melody carries across the stadium. The band rocks the stage off the hinges. The lead singer commands the crowd. They love her, she is their hero. For three minutes nothing matters but her. What about after those three minutes? Who is she after the song? If she doesn’t sing the song is she still the hero to those faces? Does that take away from how you feel about the song? Every song ends, that no reason not to enjoy the music and the moment.
Category: Writing
Meow
The cats are everywhere. Cats doubled the number of bowls of milk. Balls of yarn were impossible not to step on. Purring was synched in perfect harmony. The eyes follow me with every step. Shades of green and brown shifting side to side with no pause. A large black whip hung from a chair. I began reaching for it and the cats simultaneously hiss, extending there claws. This is my only warning. You look back towards the window you entered, and decide its best not to rob a burglar.
My Ruby
You are my favorite person. The one I go to.
The gentle push that guides me. The one I need.
The inspiration to my pen. My partner.
The ruby scattered among the rocks.
The smile that brings forth mine. The one.
My closest friend. The love I’ve been looking for.
Tomorrow
Today was a rough day
I don’t know if I can do this again
Without you it doesn’t seem to matter
Just close your eyes and pretend
Here’s a new day
Blink and it’s here
All could happen
Just close your eyes and she’ll be there.
Detour
Nothing has mattered except for going forward. Temptation pulls to the left and to the right. Never wavering. Until forward is no longer an option. Barricaded and locked shut. Bleak and colorless temptation curls her finger. Temptation is going win today.
New
This feeling. I barely know you. Yet I love being around you. I don’t even know your name but I want you to be here. The way your hair turns in the wind. Your horrible jokes that you can’t turn down. Let’s go get some food. Don’t go, let’s hangout.
Tower
He thinks he’s so lucky. Walks around like he owns this place. Like he owns us. Your nothing but a fraud. Nothing but a fake. How long do you think your going to last? He thinks he owns us.
Chalk
Writing is beautiful. Here its temporary. The sudden sign of water sends the words rushing down. Words usually last a life time. These words are different, temporary. A few came to see and than they left.
Faith
The black panther lives in the rainforest.
This is the home of Faith.
The promising work of a florist.
Home forever even as a wraith.
Enchanting the world with sunny kisses.
Always with you like a reprise.
True nature’s cheery missus.
In spring time, love is carried on the breeze.
Her beauty undeniable by all.
All wanted to see what she could achieve.
Impossible to foresee thee befall.
This panther bows as she takes her leave.
All panthers ache and weep.
Rest now in your beauty sleep.
Name
All you really have is your name. Names can hold pride, family, a sense of heritage. It’s what you take with you to your grave. It’s what you pass down to your next line. The future will walk in it, like your shoes walking again.
Saint's Muse 