The wind whistling through the trees

all are surrounded by innocence in the leaves

time seems to pass like seconds

broken spirits are beckoned away

the walls have seen legacies

the memories scorch like a flame

never to burn out

always alive inside

Sometimes I feel the pressure cracking me

School always assigning massive projects

It almost feels like the sting from a bee

I get flustered times and redo my wreck

When I arrive to my wonderful house

I hear the loud familiar barking

I’m greeted by my dog who is quite roused

Work on the screen, which is always sparkling

I turn on my computer to hear music

And talk to friends so close, but also far

My dog barks, I’m as fast as a buick

My feet feel like coal so very charred

I head home with him so we can eat food

Thinking that test made me completely screwed.

The lifelines

on a child's palm

never tell of the tears,

battle cries, quiet romances,

and shattered pieces of heart he clutches

until the day the lines cover his face.

I see a void. An abyss of clear black. Sleek in its knowing of all while being nothing, et al. Time has stopped, stretched, and curled up like a summer cat. Not Sandberg but quicksands of time pouring into the void where even sound is desperate to be heard. Out here there is no chance of loss or being lost, as we are no where. Not we, me. Not me, I...am.

Day pours into day making her cup run over, each passing second a fresh crack in the bottom. Dripping away, there's never enough time to finish this and still get that, she thinks to herself, but she knows her dream will be smoldering behind her eyes when she closes them for bed in a few hours...and just a few hours after that she'll crack them open again in time to watch her possibilities dance away with the darkness. After all, nightmares and fires are made of the moments before reaching ones true desires.

#desire #prosechallenge