Poetry | Stories | Photography
The metal bars constrain you, but you can see the sun and the moon.
You walk, but never without constrained strides.
You are a beautiful bird caught and placed in a cage for another’s amusement.
Will you pick the lock or die afraid?
It’s up to you to change fate.
You had a Winter Solstice, and I had a Summer Solstice. Yet the moon is the same for both of us.
Looking up, I hold a candle to the sky and thank nature for you. I wonder what you’ll do?
We’ll come together soon to celebrate the light, as we wish for beautiful days together again.
In the beginning, the world spun out of control. You longed for stability from abuse and normality.
A course through others’ mental health hells would see you stand at 20 on the precipice of your destiny; the choices you made were harder than you imagined, yet you were determined to win this one.
As 40 creeps closer, you look to the future with bright eyes and wise lips.
There’s a melody dancing in the wind.
Tiptoeing and fluttering about, the melody moves her to the sound.
Satie’s soft bows from a violin stir her heart as the flowers and trees sway along.
In the distance, he sits playing along, only to vanish the moment they meet.
Christmas has gone, but let’s all sing a song for the mistletoe is merry and bright.
You will sit here and they will sit there, and together we’ll sing until dawn.
There’s no need to be sad or obnoxious and mad, for a new year will dawn soon enough.
Bob greets Christmas with bottles of Gin and Rum.
Mr Party Hard skulled thy spirits as if touched by the hand of meaningful existence. Work’s the pits, so he sits for a bit and wakes up at 3 am.
“Whoa! I’m wrapped around the letter “B”. How could this be? I’m so horny.“
They stand hand in hand taking in the beauty of the Alps.
Reflective and oddly calm, she says, “Up here, the world is crisp and clean. You and I can talk without the madness of society getting in the way… Don’t you love the way the snow sits upon the mountains, yet the sun still shines, and it isn’t too cold?“
He pauses for a few moments to breathe in the crisp air, “It’s beautiful for an Autumn day… the light, it’s welcomed here and not despised… I could live in this country…“
She looks at him and smiles, so he adds, “The sun feels different in Australia compared to Switzerland… Perhaps it is weaker?“
She squeezes his hand, and he kisses her forehead. She adds, “Yes… it feels fainter… let’s stay a little longer.“
You stare into the mirror, hoping for something different.
The person in the mirror is you, and you know who you are now.
It took the broken pieces of your past to come together, just like this mirror, for you to see clearly.
You look into the mirror and say, “Well, a bit of foundation will do.“
Entwine the tree branches of your soul with mine and dance with me in this forest.
Swirling and twirling around and around, we get closer and closer and closer.
Soon your branches move within and ignite a lust so swift.
The forest sings, your heart beats fast, and the world blurs.
The cliffs tell stories to the sea from the waterfalls, which cascade down in stages.
The sea finds the cliff’s stories amusing and interesting, for the cliffs are always so melodramatic and ironic.
Sometimes, though, a story touches the sea; She becomes wild and weird.
C & K 