Bridges and Dreams

I want to say Brooklyn has always been a dream. It was a 28 deg F late afternoon. The conference has ended and we decided, since we were already around the vicinity,  to might as well experience the famous bridge that connected Manhattan to Brooklyn. It was mesmerizing. The cold was unbearable, but it didn’t…

20th

I write a few x’s, a finker, a tiddle, Then suddenly some luster; it’s over – the nightfall. Tuesnights.

Content.

Today I speak of nothingness But discontent and tired chest I look to far and distant place To things I love, things I embrace when all you do seem futile and plain do i blame me? my choices? my pain?

Self-doubt have long since clouded my confidence – Never trusted my instincts, not a single ounce of credence – What others see in me – always blind to my perspective, How to have faith in thyself? Be one bit positive?

Daily Prompt: Big Day Ahead

Music – my antidote, my refuge, my cure With its rhythm, its melody, nothing’s more pure Calms my nerves, and my senses, brings me total peace When the tempest approaches, I’m sure it’ll be a breeze.

Daily Prompt: Howl at the Moon

“Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.” — Allen Ginsberg Do you follow Ginsberg’s advice — in your writing and/or in your everyday life?  I silence, I’m mum, no blurting of thoughts As hard as I can muster, no protest you’ll hear I’m composed, to myself, to shout will I naught No worry, embarrassment,…

Tumult and confusion they endlessly surround, Nights I make days, long hours abound – Gentle swayin’ of the leaves, I yearn for soft ripples of the sea… Can’t wait to be home to you, my constant tranquility.

Daily Prompt: Next in Line

With crown and flags, these people serve their realms They shake the earth, never overwhelmed Blue robes and tiaras, spoons in gleaming silver Nobility indeed, it dazzles, it shimmers.   Harry and William, even Anna and Elsa –  Scar and Mufasa, together they kumbaya One part modest, the other’s quite the prodigal One to become heir to all, the other a…

Daily Prompt: Locked and Sealed

Can you keep a secret? Have you ever — intentionally or not — spilled the beans (when you should’ve stayed quiet)? By the locks in Paris Pont De Arts certain thoughts can be kept, But all and every conundrum I take, I sure can deteriorate Coz I’m a bad and terrible liar, everyone tells me so…