Friday, March 28, 2008

My Happy Sunshine Place

The tint of the glasses is the color of the past,
As I write the words that are already written.
The sounds of school kids playing fills the air.
My skin is kissed by the radiance of the sun beams surrounding me.
The wind runs it's fingers through my hair.
I am completely in this moment,
Perched here high on top of this magical fortress.
This is my happy place.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Marylin Monroe

Her eyes follow me around the room, leaving me no where to hid.
Her seductive stare is a facade, trying to mesmerize me so that she can have what she wants.
Her beauty taunts me, constantly reminding me that I am only a guest here.
Her persona changes form, transcending from the photo.
Her goal is deceit, gained from manipulating the hearts that dwell at this place.

Saturday, March 1, 2008

Your Gun

Loaded Gun
Cocked and ready
Finger on the trigger

Bullet come fast
END it Quickly