Colors of Emotion
The sky is a dull greyish-blue, with hints of pink at the edges where the sun is trying to peek up to my side of the world.
She seems to be a little bittersweet today, like she is remembering something that she no longer has, and she wants it back.
Some would say it is a terrible start to a day, but I think otherwise.
If the sky where bright yellow with joy everyday, I would feel as if I don't belong in this world.
I am not always happy and I like to think that the sky has many different colors of emotion too.
Mistaken Identity
Eve turned staring around the room.
She’d heard the sound of the door creak.
She had thought almost everyone was fast asleep.
A dark figure approached her—
She grabbed her hair brush, ready to swing it at the person lurking in the shadows.
Then she saw a familiar face~
‘‘Ira?’’
She screamed in terror as soon as Ira’s hands stretched to grab her like a pair of tree branches.
The thing that looked like Ira dragged Eve from her room and led her to the mirror.
She twisted her body trying to break herself free from the tight hold, but that didn’t work.
When she tried to scream the branches stretched over her mouth to stop the cry for help.
#MistakenIdentity ©
20th Jan., 2021 Wednesday.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=8RDy31N0gdY
In the Beginning...
Brimstone, what an odd name for a small city residing within the midwestern state of Minnesota. If one were to ask a local why it is named as such they would likely answer that on the hottest summer days and on the coldest winter nights this place feels a little like hell. Sounds a bit overdramatic to any outsider.
#sinsofthefather
Air Fryer
You fry my food without the grease
So crunchy and delicious
I still add a lot of salt
so they won't be suspicious
They won't know the chicken wings
were fried with only air
Who needs that unhealthy grease
a mess I wouldn't dare
I pop food in and turn the dial
and you do what you do
An easy dinner, quick to make
and that's why I love you
If I should someday fall from the sky
Or hit my a head a little too hard
Or any other event that causes me to die.
I wonder what fate awaits my soul so charred.
If energy can neither be created nor
Destroyed, then where does it go,
The energy that shifts and soars
From the world to me and to and fro
Will my soul open eyes to an afterlife?
Will my light echo through space and
Time like a fallen star felled by some strife?
What rest awaits our souls so burdened?
As you can see this is the best poem
Because it returns to that age old question
Picked at by philosophy, science, and religion.
Yes, indeed, it’s better than the rest of them.
