A PLACE OF FANTASY
A place of fantasy there must be,
Where blues and green merge in the deep sea.
Clouds create formations into works of art,
Resembling soft cotton balls splitting apart.
I raise my face to the sunshine of the day,
The rays shooting sparks as they frolic and play.
The sand is soft beneath my feet,
Warming my body with its heat.
Come with me and enjoy the dazzling sun,
We’re sure to have fun till the day is done.
PINK SAND
The sand so pink and soft.
Keeps my spirits aloft.
The water so clear and blue.
I want to enjoy that too.
Sun brightening the day.
All I want to do is play.
areyou-stillawake
Banana Brain – Die Antwoord
Tea for two.
One for me.
One for you.
Mine is sweet.
Yours is not.
Some good sleep
from this old pot.
WHY DO WE WRITE?
Our minds want more.
We need to explore the world.
To explore the unknown.
If we can’t fulfill our dreams in our daily lives,
Then we can fulfill them in our writing.
Stories about love, evil creatures, and deadly games.
I’ve always wanted to live in a small town.
So I created a small town in my book
And called it, Oasis.
I love to read books.
The main character moves to Oasis
And opens a bookstore.
You get the idea.
The main character, Linda,
Is living my dream life.
My mind takes a dark turn.
Life is too good and care-free.
Oasis needs a darker side.
The original residents live in a forest
And only come out at night.
This is when the fun and games begin.
Do you see where this is going?
If not, you can always read my book.
I finally got my small town,
Where fantasies come true,
And some just don’t.
Source: sheblood
Lips so juicy and sweet,
I want to have a treat.
Whether a smile or a frown,
They aren’t just a mere brown.
They belong to my loved one,
who fills my life with such fun.
Source: ponkeee
JOY
Joy can be found in the footsteps.
A romp through the cold water.
Follow me through the sand.
Let our footsteps trail a path
For others to find their way.
The new spring blooms colors.
But who even bothers
to breathe the sweet air?
I don’t have a care.
My car fails to start,
a walk in the park.
I raise my small hand.
Gone is the quicksand.
It races down the hill,
the most heavenly thrill.
Shocked faces turn to me.
Only houses I see.
Up in the night sky
Colors float so high.
Raining down in hues
Of red, white, and blue.
Victory is our day.
We are all out to play.
Music and marching bands.
Raise up our clapping hands.
Celebrate the 4th of July.
Let the colorful lights fly high.
Open a book for me,
Just wait and you will see.
Life opens its door,
So much to explore.
Words ring out so true
In colors like blue.
You will never know
If you let it go.
A perfect office for me.
Books as far as you can see.
Covering the high walls.
Even lining the halls.
Stories for me to read.
Nothing more I would need.
