She was strange don’t you see… In this Tinder age Swiping for a good time Setting up a profile to hook a good match She’d been foreign to it all A touch. A kiss. A heart longing for another. She was an alien to intimacy An onlooker to infatuation and passion Was she a weird…
Tag: Poetry
Fruits
People are the fruits they produce. Kindness or hatred Love or malice Generosity or greed Photography by Joanna Kosinska
A Library of People
I was taught to never judge a book by its cover Read the prologue Skim through the pages Peruse the first chapter And maybe the beginning of the third Pay attention to the title headings It may give you some insight. That’s probably why I view people as books Stacked in the library of life…
Dwell Less
Dwell less on a person’s size. Care little about someone’s hue Be more concerned with their qualities as a human. Dwell less on Tall…Short Skinny…Fat Black…White Poor….Rich Urban…Suburban Vegan….Carnivore See the true essence of the person Compassion, generosity, kindness Things that the soul feels and the eyes can’t realize Photography by: Tobias Zils
Mind Embargo
A THINKING PERSON IN A WORLD BEING RIPPED FROM THE SEAMS BECAUSE OF TWISTED PERCEPTIONS Photography by: Rob Bye
Forced Onward
He stood in the busy airport With everything he owned in a backpack Staring at the departure screen Knowing two things with surety There was nothing left for him in his hometown and there was nowhere he wanted to be but there. Photography by Erik Odin
Earless Debate
Immense talking And Diminished listening Creates an eruption No man can vanquish Photography by: Pawel Janiak
New Year’s Day
New Year’s Day Is a time to clean The slate Hit refresh And Start Anew So, don’t take 2017’s issues In to a year so new photography by Chansereypich Seng
Broken
In the sleeping hours, it is forgotten That nothingness swells in the waking hours Years of success being a gift that passed you up Progression being something that evaded their clutch Being happy is easy but faking it is a chore. Time is the enemy You can’t fast forward and get to the end…
Supper Secession
Around the table They laughed and conversed Until wine was slurped And words were spilled A secret kept locked away For many years ended friendships abruptly with a whole lot of tears. What type of secret would ruin a friendship? Photography by: Dave Lastovskiy
Peppermint Sunshine 