Mo- ments drawn out of past calamities to painful to forget but easy to remember the caution of not repeating.
Stretched out imagination pinning for an influence to drunk out to respond.
Tortured thoughts of flash scenes not the thing of the pleasant flash mobs.
“How did I get myself here? ”
“Why did I allow it to happen?”
“Somewhere in every man, etched out upon his soul, is the one resentment, one love, one hate that his days have pressed out of him. Whether it’s written harshly upon the surface of his wizened face, or pierces out from the deep within his yellow eyes, it’s there!”
Ismith Khan, The Jumbie Khan
Source: aliirfaan.deviantart.com
An array of thoughts
Babbling through my ever so
Cautious mind. Should I
Delve into your world of
Erupting crazy
Fissure red-hot emissions or slide through to the
Glaciers on the other side of
Halt to the three four?
Inquiry mind of mine
Just needs to
Know am I as appreciated as your
Lust, love:
Makes it seem.
Nodding your head in the heat
Of passion does not
Provide a justified answer.
Questions I do have the
Right to ask for my heart
Sake.
To keep me safe and for the sanity of my thoughts
Urging me to dissect the
Very deep core of your
Wavering attitude. I will
X-ray every emotion, every
Yearning my heart, my body gives before I get to that
Zone of comfort.
ÁWá photograph via Wikimedia.org
So much to write about but nothing to say, well it is plenty in sight.
However,My heart is choke with emotions to heartbreaking to poke through. The veins of story flowing to heart felt pulse sowing into arteries for disposal of much needed relief. My mind screams the dreams that never open like a flower on the off set of spring.
When I realize the extent I let you touch my heart, it makes me cry.
It was that deep, levels of emotions dipping into mariana trenches of soul ties that…
I need to call my pastor.
I do not want a permanence but a taste that may erase the trace of you.
But seedlings of doubt urge me against sampling thine fruits thinking of a future date that will never be.
Yet it does not stop the twirling of butterflies that reach to the eyes like the effect of pollen to a spring allergic.
Happy 15th birthday to dear ole Wikipedia.
I am grateful for all those 8 years, you helped me.
My lecturers said we could not quote your work
Because anyone and everyone writes your post.
I understood their views on credibiliy however
Wikipedia you explain so many subjects in a
Simple manner. When I could not understand so many
other, I understood you.
So cheers to you for many years and my frequent visits to
your page.
Superhero Jesus by Deus- Nocte via Deviant.com
“You my hero, you already saved the day”
A sentence jumping into my thoughts when I saw the theme for the first Prompt Stomp of 2016. The line is from Trip Lee’s Hero Invasion, a song I listened to so much at university. It definitely made me pause to an extent that I stopped everything, staring at the wall. Reflecting. Thinking of a time that Jesus was my superhero and no matter what circumstance occurred, he was the one to my rescue. It was a true description of “the solid rock” because with him I felt an anchor. Some call him an imaginary friend but I never had those, I have characters from stories as friends but I cannot recall having imaginary friends. He was real like the characters from stories.
Airport Via MagPie Tales 299
I do not want to say goodbye, she told him with her lips.
She wanted to feel closer to him up on her tippy toes.
Time stood still as she drunk from the tall drink of champagne
as everyone else melted in the distance.
&*%*
I want to hold on, to feel that warmth of your touch he told her with his kiss.
Moments like this, he did not care about public attention.
He needed to get as much affection he could before he knew he had to let go.
Goodbyes sucks but for now he is making memories with his girl.
Your non-physical touch unfolded my heart like a flower in the beginning of bloom.
You made me responsive and hungry for your love just as a bee sucking the attractive nectar.
I remember when I felt that small yawning inside, too nervous to think about it, let alone admit it.
Then came the Lion roaring in my chest and it scared the daylights out of me like the sun dipping over the horizon.
I remember when I first met you, dealing over the affairs of History. I was too busy sorting out the loose ends of our project to notice you but when I did, boy oh boy did I love what I heard.
Like Jojo “I am a sucker for a guy with a beautiful mind” and you were that man.
Our minds dance over ideas and debates of politics, history, family and religion. Our discussions became food, an insatiable delight.
I suspect my head fell for you before my heart, a heart that you once ask me to follow.
It is a puzzle, like Charlotte in a web I wrote my heart on my sleeves without realizing my actions.
My heart cried bullets of despair when I caught how far my ship sailed into your harbour. I gave so much without any discussion of exclusivity.
Your name was always in my head along with a goofy grin when I recall something you said and/or did.
Your stubbornness collided into my stubbornness into a boiling pot of too much comfort with each other
Although time has faded the urgency of feelings your essence still hugs my being. I no longer beat up myself for thinking of you. It is what it is…
Prompt Storm 11: Why/Why I love
Have you ever experienced that feeling of remembering some details for a book that you read some ages ago but the memory stops there. Sometimes you cannot recall the characters names but you can give tidbits of the places they visited and some of their family background. Even more of a challenge is absolutely zero recollection of the author or even the name of the book.
Yelhispressing 