Disclaimer – I am drugged, and this may make no sense.
But it what it is.
When watching that crucial moment in a movie, and you find yourself sat on the edge of your chair-your face leant forward, almost pressed onto the screen, engrossed in what is about to take place; its the moments like these where you unconsciously learn the small micro expressions and tell tale lines that flash across the face you ware watching. These unintended signals that tell you everything. What you learn evolves into an affectionate recognition. The smiles and the downward looks as they think about what to say next. And even better, the laughter where the head gets thrown back and the arms and hands come up in joyful openness.
Her hoodie trying to hide her morning hair and the crazy faces frozen in time for long enough moments to cause a giggle. Excited eyes telling me excited stories. I love this girl.
You are my favourite movie. The supporting actor is the veteran who vacuums his lawn, and on occasion the tangents we go off onto (totally having to pause the actual thread of the movie).
A bear, in a cinema chair, with a box of popcorn.
Wanna go on a date with me?
Arabella, can´t stop thinking-
about you; makes me drinking, kiss me,
princess you are no less….. you bitch!
Take a hitch-hiking. I hate you, screw your due
What? You people thought this was going to be
a love story at the beginning of this writing, na,
I´m a mean starling, flying without a darling.
Then there is Stella
but that is not real
i just made this news a real or newsreal?
I´d love to eat your bad cows
This is for you Arabella
Just my trip
And now I´m having another whiskey sip.
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.
a sparkle of light
feelings spoken without words
kept forever close
many miles ahead
dreams waiting to be embraced
grab the wheel and drive
I fought hard to get there ~ knowing
time was not on our side.
driving miles of highway
sifting through millions of thoughts in my mind.
I had to see her,
stroke her soft silver hair ~ feel
the warmth of her breath
to the rhythm of her heart.
I wanted so much to hold
onto the beauty of her soul ~ wrap
my arms around her tightly ~ ~ ~
never let go……………..
She was present for my sunrise,
I was present for her sunset
in between it all ~ we lived
mother and daughter.
In response to the Poetry Challenge for the week of May 11th…
silence my voice with your lips.
muffle the sound of my pulse with your embrace.
entwine my limbs,
devour my thoughts ~ but ~ never ~ ever
to quiet my heart
control my spirit.
my heart is mine to give.
my heart is mine to take away.
my heart is mine to control.