Writing the Old-Fashioned Way . . .

Stars.

The Sea

Those eyes that are the sea.

Deep and near and distant.

Gray. Green. Blue.

Wild and waiting for the sun.

Relentless showers sprinkle down 

with both rage and elegance.

Brokenness and dignity.

Pouring. Racing. Falling rain.

down

down

down.

All that can't be held another moment

In those eyes. 

Those eyes that are the sea.

Sunshine

A survivor. Walkin' down the same old street.

Till lightning raced and thunder drummed. 

The day came through the backdoor.

The sky fell and so did his heart.

Crashin' down till carried away.

'Cause her name was Sunshine.

Eatin' ice cream in the rain.

A lil bit o' crazy in her eyes.

Runnin' mad. Laughin' wild.

Always turnin' up the music.

She was Sunshine.

They rode the carousel 'round town.

Belting songs like they knew the words.

She acted like the curtain would never fall.

His world turned right-side-up

With this love like there ain't no yesterday.

'Cause her name was Sunshine.

Eatin' ice cream in the rain.

A lil bit o' crazy in her eyes.

Runnin' mad. Laughin' wild.

Always turnin' up music.

She was Sunshine.

Words

It is true what they say - that not all things can be said with words. Speak anyway. Some things can be said with words and should be.

Worries.

Dear Worries,
See that door? It's your way out. Don't you dare think for even a moment that I'm gonna sit back and let you suck time out of my life and life out of my time. This is my mind and I make the rules. I set the stage. I'm the boss around here. So be on your worry way.
Sincerely,
A-worry-free-mind

Stronger.

~   As long as I live, may my convictions always be stronger than my laziness and my love stronger than my anger.   ~