Season Change.

"Colorful life".

I meet a girl.

Her hair, it flowed behind her ears like trees on a windy summer day.

Her lips, they were like smooth like silk to the tip with a touch of cherry.

Her skin was as clear and as venerable as the clouds.

But...

Her eyes..

They symbolized the ocean.

You only saw the beautiful surface, the crashing waves and the enchanting blue tent....

...but underneath was a deep and dangerous pool of fear and pain but worst of all...lonelyness..

No one, not even herself dared to dive down into that pool...

-anonymous

I want to explore the bottom of your eclipse.

-t.f.s.

funny and quite interesting.

One day, one rhyme- Day 2277

Mary’s Easter diet isn’t one I’d recommend,

Unless you’re into bulking up, or want life to end.

She starts with boiled Creme eggs and brioche soldiers to dip,

Then a round of hot crossed buns, not fruit, chocolate chip;

A cup of tea to wash it down, and some Easter eggs

But jazzed up with ice cream inside, “Taste me!” this one begs;

Then a parade of choc bunnies, she eats the ears first,

Followed by a nice hot choc’late to quite quench her thirst;

For dinner, there’s Lindt carrots, for vegetables bring health,

And biscuits iced in Easter shapes to bring luck and wealth;

Finally supper’s a group of sugar eggs ornate,

Then off she rolls and into bed for its gotten late.

Yes Mary’s diet might occasionally be fun,

But try and you’ll regret it ere the end of week one!

Pleasure.

you'll leave me untouchable,

lack of self-control,

you see another victim

suffering from deficiency,

keep your eyes closed when

I try to get the pain away

while stealing a kiss from your lips.

denying to love me is another

pointless option,don't play

too roughly on me.

I want to taste the

victory with you,

just like the entirety

that we dance through.

give in completely

when you feel me,

liars like you keep

so many surprises inside.

remind me of the

taste of love,touch me

with your fingers that

want to scratch my flesh.

do my lips deserve

your unearthly fruit?

and the color that

illuminates your

corners,magical

and full of secrets,

pleasure is a food

for our emotions,

right?

let your movements

be honest with my body

and let your hands sink

into my paradise.

Listen ,

Sounds of

Your heart

Spilling

In my ear ,

A whole

Born

Existence

Before me.

-t.f.s.

Fading life in the middle of the sky.

“Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but “steal” some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.”

— Albert Camus, from Notebooks, 1951-1959

I have chased after the moon

Thinking it will fall in love with me too

But everyone loved it so much that it climbed the sky more high

Proud of being in the spotlight

He asked me, "what will you do to be mine?"

I said, " anything that your heart desires."

Then he told me to climb the highest level and jump

I climbed his ego and died in the arms of a liar.

- s.h