I always imagine myself to be alone on a beautiful beach,
to breath the fresh salty air,
to feel the kiss of the scorching sun burning on my skin,
to walk over the grains of sand,
to swim in the clear blue ocean,
and wait for the waves to hug my body,
and bring me back to the shore.
And at night,
I imagine myself sitting on the sand and listen to the calmness of the sea,
And feel the warmth of the fire while I lay down and stare at the stars.
What a wonder!
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Bad Blood
This hazardous structure has been condemned. You made all this terribly unsafe for me. The wiring was faulty and so were you. You were the black mold that terrorized these pristine walls. You forced this house to be inhospitable. My mental health was severely violated by you. Damaged and compromised, you were the inhumane neglect I suffered from. This formation is collapsing and so were my dreams. I can't stop this dreaded infestation. I couldn't stop you from abandoning me. The toxic nature of your existence had made all this reprehensible. I could have stopped this from getting worse but I allowed you to ruin me. You were the raw sewage that allowed me to deteriorate. We have failed because we were supposed to. We made the other miserable as we breathed in noxious fumes together. I watched our house go up in flames. I witnessed our marriage go down the drain. I repressed what made me so worthy. I have regenerated myself as my new residence is fortified. I am my own support system now. I have ripped out all the ancient installation. My empty house now lies bare. I've reinforced this brittle foundation. I don't miss the dilapidation you inflicted on me. My house is now stabilized, remarkable and alive. I have made it out of the rubble. I am revived.
By Anna Torres4 days ago in Poets
The Pride Flag and the Diversion
For nearly a decade, the LGBTQIA Pride Flag rippled in the wind at Christopher Park, a kaleidoscope of color staked into the soil of America’s first national monument to LGBTQIA+ liberation. That flag came down this week. Federal officials, citing new guidance from the Trump Administration, silently lowered the rainbow flag from its pole across the street from the Stonewall Inn. The birthplace of the modern gay rights movement now flies only the United States flag.
By Tim Carmichael6 days ago in Pride
Comments (2)
This was absolutely serene! I loved it!
A wonder it is, truly. Very reflective piece - enjoyed reading this!