“The sun will go down soon.” “When?” “An hour or less.” “So that’s how much time we have?” “Yes.” “I don’t think it will be long enough.” “For what?” “To show you, to tell you-” “Tell me what?” “How it all felt like a dream, one where you don’t want to wake up. How you […]
We were like the sunset– ephemeral and beautiful but always just an ending. *** This was written in response to the Three Line Thursday challenge. Enjoy! ~Patience Facebook Twitter
Fire of the gods cracks open the sky releasing the wet from its heavenly prison, washing the earth in steamy baths and drenching my skin in cool. When the slate sky breaks and the blue chases away the gray, the sun paints yellow and pink splashes of sunset across the horizon, its lightning-feet running towards […]
“The sun rises and sets with her.” You say that a lot, so much I wonder who she is. You get destructive and angry and listen to sad songs and miss a girl I hope is me.
These wide open spaces where you can see for miles on a clear day. So bright, your eyes burn with the sunlight. Sparse trees– one, two, three. Sharp blues so razor edged stand in harmonious contrast with the honey brown fields stretching for miles. Sunsets where gashes of red collide with royal purples and bursts […]
The sky is purple and I miss you. There are shades of lilac and cerulean and violet hovering in the sky and I miss you. I miss the you I knew and all the pages I don’t. There is red on the horizon and a few stars have come out and I miss you. My […]
Your necklace burns my throat to ashes every time it encircles my neck. How does one let go when there are so many unfathomable variables in the human experience? How can I release the dead like dandelions on a summer wind, yet I cannot let go of the memory of our twined fingers? The clichés […]
We live our lives uniquely, abstractly, fluidly. We build our futures from objects and ideas that identify our own voices, our own views on the ever changing universe in which we all coexist. His world is built from music notes and guitar riffs. Other lives are made or broken in front of pale […]
Pink sky blooms from the tops of the mountains that ring the basin, the mountains that bleed purple on the fields, the farms, the meadows that dot the land. Wind carrying smells of fall– turned dirt, rotting leaves, the hint of rain. The tree is wearing shades of crimson, scarlet, deep yellow and orange. Her […]
She held his hand as they walked through the sun’s last rays, fire in the sky. They walked, bare feet on wet sand. They walked through the night knowing the sun would eventually rise, spraying its warmth, its gold across the black sky. They walked with fingers, arms, cheeks, lips touching. They walked […]
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