People are Strange

Yes Jim, people are strange. Strangeness, a liquid that all humanity drinks. Reshaping faces, Making them squared, yellow, circular, pink. Strangeness, liquifying characters, Some rapid and flowing like waterfalls. Others dominated by fluidity, Shape shifters, Changing appearance upon each mirror glance. Like the waves of seas, Altering upon each breeze. Some pompous and bold, Like…

Rippling Touch

The gentle rush of water, Every drop filled with love. A unison of peace and serenity, Upon each ripple. A harmonious symphony, Each splash revealing a message from above. To the common ear a simple, mundane sound; For the majestic flow only unveils itself to believers. Those blessed with not two eyes but three, Are…

Whiteness

Broken and tattered A skater, Gliding on thin ice. A skater, Filled with desires of twirling and spinning. Disguised is Whiteness Pure and angelic, While hiding her hazardous waters beneath. She sings, sweet lullabies Drawing him closer and closer. Promises of dances with doves and Diamonds of internal dreams she sings. She knows she has…