the sea is sick
of being sparkling
the shore is wary
of beach chairs and
the bright blue umbrellas.
the purge is cathartic… 31 more words
You know how the saying goes… “every great writer reads”… or something like that. As much as I’ve read throughout the years, I will say that I’ve never been more motivated, challenged, or creatively stimulated than after I’ve mentally engaged in a good book. 1,652 more words
I can’t breathe/‘Cause this place ain’t for me/I am stifled by the air/‘Cause I ain’t an heir/Nothing is for me…and this place ain’t mine.
I can’t breathe/‘Cause the system put a chokehold on him/Held him down, face in the dirt, and watched him die/They left him on the street/out to rot in the heat/But they don’t care/‘Cause he ain’t an heir/Nothing is for him…and this place ain’t mine. 92 more words