Circus of Words

Familiar streaks in the brown of pine wood Moving up the building walls without pause Lit up in purple, red, and yellow hues Refracted li...

Cover me, Engulf my body Fill me with your warmth And comfort my fears— The world disappears As you cover me... Something else appears...

Light reflects In bright wide eyes Image from Clker And out of eyes Connects--      Arms, legs, toes, fingers... Eyes follow mo...

So simple, The words uttered A mutual bond Distance tries to shatter-- One of my friends that recently moved away told me they think o...

The credits roll A familiar tune begins to play Emotions run back-- And I'm a child once again. The feeling never di...

We come here, Wishing, hoping, dreaming And its all about reaching a goal, But somewhere along the way Mixed up in those detours     of...

We change We grow And change is all we have All we ever learn or accept Sometimes-- We understand We think.

Distant memories of people past Days, hours, minutes that did not last Time didn't wait for us to grow Life moved on so long ago. ...

I know why the caged bird sings Why the steel constricts so heavily around And the weight of the air on delicate wings Rubs away at thei...

Ice cream dripping, And the fizz of soda bubbling-- Cold melting together Under the heat of the summer sun... The smooth ta...

The slow chiming of bells Resonating above the familiar ticking Of hands circling a well worn face-- Stop to savor the moment One second...

Spotlight on Misty Copeland I was young Everyone was doing it-- Blonde ponytails, pink tutus And then there was me... If I'...

Bulging at the seams, Threads begin to stretch A dress of splendor Shamed with lost sequins Fabric sagging dull and depleted Hanging under d...

Friends come and go, Words lingering behind And you often wonder About motives and feelings Uncapable of concluding, Yet there you are, At t...

Thoughts drift, To times less complex, To faces, to memories To people I miss And images fade Over time, worn away Wait for the pieces To re...

Dirt, caked on dark fingers Scarred and calloused, Bare and bruised-- The same gentle fingers Softly braiding my hair...