The wind hauled
Picking up a piece of sea
And dropping it to shore
Where it belonged you see
She shut her eyes
Sealing herself from the world
But the droplets
Were firm in their resolve
And soft in their stroke
Her sunburned cheeks
Attending to burns
Deeper than the skin
Into those finely folded wrinkles
Not earned by time
But pierced there
By centuries of torture
Splashing her hair back
They revealed her extinguished eyes
Which once burned with dreams
Ever so fierce
But now lie
Untouched and despised
The sea salt felt
Like a touch of love
Isn’t that nature
She finally inhaled
The majestic tides
Mighty yet docile
That flows with passion and purpose
Around a rock – glowing purple
A hue deeper than itself
Polished, shiny, new
Inspiring children’s awe
The water pauses,
In circular directions
Gently and soothingly
Spreading the moonlight
In elegant ballet-like actions
One day, an array of 1 million candles it accepts
Way more than it can handle
Its once clean, untouched surface
And drenching In dripping wax
Sins scorching away
Compassion at bay,
On the darkest moonless night
Allowing 1 million fingers to intertwine
To seek victory of light
Souls that had lost their way
Stars start to fade away,
The moon is half
The sky is black
The majestic Atlantic roars
In the distance as the waves dance
Fierce, mighty, loud and massive
Foretelling a storm on its way
Warning the world to stay in today.
Couples cuddle in bed,
Elderly snore, reliving their forgotten past,
Children dream of dolls, toy cars and yummy treats
A spell has been cast over this city
Everyone sleeps in bountiful peace
A perfect night to cherish the bed,
And bask in the warmth by a balmy hearth
He rises from bed staring at the silent street
The spectacle begins yet once more.
People cheering, families smiling
T’was a celebration of a welcome back
He felt lost in his own home town,
Lonely among the obnoxiously excited crowd
He looks around anxiously
For his childhood friend Jake,
Only knowing too well he won’t be coming back
Not tonight, not tomorrow, not ever
He too lies in a deep, eternal sleep
Tucked safely under a poppy field,
Find a little kid to share a snuggle with, get yourself some pumpkin pie and read this to them. They will love you forever, or at least a very long time until they become teenagers. If there is no kid around, read this tale of a jack-o-lantern to yourself, and the child within you will be revived and excited just in time for Halloween!
Walking through an eerie forest trail,
I heard a soft whimper from beneath.
I knelt down to see what the poor thing was by my feet.
Buried under freshly fallen red leaves
sat the most orange, roundest and plumpest pumpkin I’ve ever seen!
It’s eyes were perfect triangles, my teacher would give them the highest grade,
a fair little nose above a tiny stretch of squiggles – its mouth was so finely made.
“Oh little pumpkin, why do you cry?”
“you are so beautiful, tears don’t suit your eyes.” I whispered.
After sobbing a little more, the sad pumpkin finally looked up.
“Surely I am a cutie pie, but I am so lonely I can’t lie!” he replied.
“All my friends are gone, they all have warm cozy homes, and here I am in a forest where nobody roams!.”
He looked down and shuddered and then began to sob even louder and louder.
“Aww my friend don’t you worry, I think I have a solution, but lets hurry.” I said softly.
“Oh what is it?”, he looked at me shockedly
“Why don’t you come home with me?
We can live together as a happy family!” I smiled,
“Are you sure?” he said,
“you are the first person who has ever asked, and I have been here for quiet a long while!”.
“Of course, you silly.” I replied.
“Let’s get going before it becomes dark at night.”
And so I brought a joyful little pumpkin home,
He is so happy to be here, and has never again felt alone!
Wish i could enjoy evenings more.
When darkness creeps into the air and seeps in through my skin
Numbing my every fiber, cloaking the pain it causes.
When glistening green leaves loose their luster and time pauses- as they tell tales of loss and loneliness.
When lakes of sapphire start weeping into a storm, and the once serene waves now scream and yelp!
When prayers become desperate calls for help, and you look hard for a beacon of hope, but don’t see the rope that can
pull you ashore.
This is why I really wish I could enjoy evenings more
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