I am afraid to think, my thoughts turn into stories.
I will write about you or
the slow Asian lady, who wouldn't look me in the eyes, as she did my nails or
the man who shamelessly stared at me until I got off the bus.
My mind a recorder
of sunny days, lonely nights,
deep silence and noisy neighbors.
Never knowing how these thoughts, images and ideas
will shape shift into words on the page.
Ideas of drinking during the day
to stop the…
Added by Tonya Melendez on September 4, 2013 at 9:57pm — No Comments
The flow of life arousing from within as a eruption of new
An ecstasy ready
for the challenges of shape shifting.
A blessed event when eyes fully awaken
to see beyond the veil
to grow into a glow.
This flow bursts
forth out of
I have gotten where I am
Added by Tonya Melendez on September 4, 2013 at 9:42pm — No Comments