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I lived where the stars shine so bright. And where the sun is so hot it melts your skin. Hot on the pavement that sizzles your toes as you try to run fast enough inside. Where the trees do not change colors and the leaves, they don't have to move out in the fall. Then I lived across an ocean. It carried me away so far. It took me to a place where the sun hid sometimes and you didn't hear the birds singing their songs. It took me where the sky would freeze and the leaves would move out in the fall. And the concrete lifestyle, I didn't mean to, but I learned to love. Until one day a hill called and I thought it was ridiculous that this little hill could take me far away from my beloved white city. But somehow I found it dragging me all the way to a place where no noises were around. So quiet--I could hear my mind at work. And the ticking of my heart. And just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, it did. But I didn't have time for tears because the ocean called me back again. Yes, all the way back again. And she pulled me and fought me and sat me down in a tiny town where the houses were as big as my old hill. And all the little people cared about was money. But this time, the ocean did not leave me and she lived nearby. I could visit her and she kept me company some days when it all felt like too much. And the streets were clean and it made me feel healthy so I stayed for a while. Until the ocean told me one day "this isn't your place to cherish forever." And even if I cried and told her I wanted this place to be mine, it didn't matter. So it was back to that hill, then all that concrete, with the mold and bugs. Crawling--as if to mock me and my wish to just find the right spot to lay my head. Until finally, it's time to leave again. And the automobile that isn't mine drives me all the way to the darkened forest where the sun shines less and the sky even cries so frequently. This is my place now. Where I sleep up high. Closer to the moon who lets me know everywhere I go I will learn to love. Places are just places until they somehow become more.
By Elizabeth Malinowski6 years ago in Poets
It's Ok go ahead and Day Dream
Have you ever found yourself thinking about times when things are going to be better? Do you long for a time when there will be no pain, sorrow, and outcry? Do you long for situations that do not lead to stress or problems that prevent you from enjoying life? Have you stared off into a distance not particularly focusing on anything, just caught up in deep thoughts or reflection? Do you often wonder how things will be when this old system of things is over? Do you sometimes enjoy thinking of better times and possibilities as you entertain the wonderful thoughts that come after the question …. What If?
By Stan Barnes6 years ago in Poets
The Forgotten Sentinel
It was the first storm of the season. He would have to harvest his garden tonight. Although the small plot had little left to be gathered, his cellar and pantry were full of vegetables that he had been picking all summer and fall. The sentinel looked up and saw the storms approaching, dark and menacing over the canopy of the forest. His basket and house could only hold so much, and he filled the basket deftly with the rest of the carrots.
By Alexandria Maxwell6 years ago in Poets
Corn Maze
No tears, no fears. The never ending turn of these gears. I hope God hears me confess my sins over my years. I've lived my life with no regrets, and now I'm starting to see the effects. We say everything happens for a reason, it's why the leaves fall at the end of their season.
By Sabrina Taylor6 years ago in Poets
