grief is a house where the chairs have forgotten how to hold us the mirrors how to reflect us the walls how to contain us
grief is a house that disappears each time someone knocks at the door or rings the bell a house that blows into the air at the slightest gust that buries itself deep in the ground while everyone is sleeping
grief is a house where no one can protect you where the younger sister will grow older than the older one where the doors no longer let you in or out - Jandy Nelson
Do you know that the word SENESCENCE means growing old or aging.
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'I've always longed to have a patch of personal wilderness. Of waist-high grass entwined with wildflowers through which I can prance; within which I can lie down and disappear from sight.' - Sara Baume
Do you know that the word RILL means a small stream.
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'The moment that I walked out on you, I walked out on love, Of all the time spent together, As though...we were one. We shared so many triumphs, And shed our tears together, And when I held you in my arms, Life just couldn't get any better. But when love changes, Our lives do fall apart, And that is why I penned this letter, You're forever in my heart.' - Anthony T. Hincks
Do you know that the word COALESCE means to grow together or to unite into a whole.
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Seascapes rise before our eyes Stretching on for miles Footsteps blessing pearl white sands Atop these ancient isles Sunshine in magnificence Against clandestine skies Windswept sounds of innocence That could be seagull's cries
Fathoms deep in oceans dark Conceal it’s mystery As we stroll her hands entwined So frivolous and free I carry her along Like ocean breezes kiss her skin With heaven’s countenance The only witness To this sin
Her beauty is an artist' dream To worship and adore Creating pictured moments On a perfect canvas shore This silent beach I’ve known A trusted friend For many years And painted many lovers With the essence Of their tears
A secret place To feel and taste The colors of the sea To be in love and rise above The tides of normalcy My hand on hers so happy In this image I’ve conceived Until I saw a vision On the shore Beyond belief
In seconds split This vision slit The memory from my sight A loss for words Like fleeing birds Fly steadfast into white The sands that kissed the sea Caressing rhythms by and by Revealed to me a pair of feet That looked a feast for flies
Perfect in complexion With no trace of ocean water No mischief there as I recall No signs of stain or slaughter A tattoo on her ankle And some sand between her toes Some bright red nail polish Glistens like an Effervescent rose
Stabbing at my memory And then piercing to my soul A cutting recollection That this image did unfold In vague familiarity Like messages unread Some little voice Inside my mind Or something she once said
Then suddenly to my surprise I found myself alone Gazing at this mystery Encased in flesh and bone The lover of my dreams was gone And nowhere to be found Except for gentle lapping waves There was no other sound
The sun set fast Beyond the sea And slowly turned the tide And foaming with contempt Revealed the dread I felt inside The brilliant ice blue dahlia skies Now splashed with clouds of red A vortex for my memory And a tempest in my head
Something in the sun’s decay Had set my mind a miss The image of a woman’s face A solemn stolen kiss Still gazing at the rose tattoo As it began to bleed A pair of severed hands appeared Next to the mystery feet
And several steps away I saw A dress with stains and lace Then a body Arms and legs And last of all her face For as I viewed this horror In the bloodied pearl white sand I noticed there was something Glistening in my trembling hand
And with this revelation Solved the mystery of the feet It seems my brain was out to sea Inside this summer’s heat The feet that held the rose tattoo Did not just wash ashore The feast for flies Was meant a meal Upon the oceans floor
Created as an image For a scrapbook in my mind Psychotic disposition Or artistically inclined Prepared with care This secret shared For sharks in fathoms deep Her lips will tell no tales Sinking towards eternal sleep
But tell her tale I must endeavor As if under a spell This message in a bottle That is surely bound for hell Sent aloft with Godspeed Flying from my dirty hands After throwing out to sea What’s splattered on these sands
Out beyond the lines of sight A light house bell does ring Calling me to follow Far beyond this dreadful thing I’ll swim out towards horizons Where the sun is swallowed whole Then sink beneath the ocean waves And rest my tortured soul
Confessions sealed In bottles blue Will not bring back the dead Explain in vain the hurt and pain Between what’s thought and read As beauty is illusion That is processed in the brain The line is fine which cuts between The artist and insane
I sowed the seeds of emotions delving into your cradle heart The roots planted further Deep within your soul's lark The rains of our memories carved my seeds, growth imbued by a soil of good deeds, for a flower awaiting to bloom a gift of life so precious moulding from our tensile loom. Over years the spring of this beauty blossoms with deepest sensations like love, kindness and beauty harnessed in the petal heart remains incessant with enough care and work Concern, empathy, mercy and kindness are the growth fertilizers and with the greatness of our diverse Sun this flower shall never rot, as long as it is guarded with a yearn to be gentle, wise and truthful. Spread the redolence of your earned emotions, O my pistilliate flower for you may plant the seed for another alluring child to empower the sowed seeds of emotions