If you don’t sing when they tell you to stay silent, If you don’t dance when they tell you to sit still, If you don’t laugh in the serious moments, If you don’t live, then who will? Photo by Belinda Fewings (Unsplash)
Look at her meandering smiles, Listen to her gurgling laughs, Feel her mountain-cooled waters, Taste them while they last. Photo by Chris Abney (Unsplash)
Touch the outside, prick your skin, Place it in your mouth, pain within. See its glistening flesh, the pain will be gone soon, A catapult of insignificant thorns, launching you over the moon. Photo by Brooke Lark (Unsplash)
Put your earphones in, Close your eyes, zone out, Listen to the voices that no one else can, Hear them whisper, talk, shout.
Sugar crystallizes on your skin, Mountains of crushed peels thrown away, Shivering as crushed ice cubes falls from your hair, Swimming in a pool of lemonade.
Every second, every minute, every hour, every day,Sweet memories enter your mind, where they are to stay,Each one made of chapters and in those chapters, pages,I choose the cover art, a title, and bind it,Place it in my bookshelf, stash it away. Shutting my eyes, I can visit the shrine,Running my fingers across their creased…
The wind rushes through the trees,
Unaware of the leaves that it frees,
Frees from the hold of immobility,
Unlocking their true abilities.
I want to hear the first bird chirp,
I want to listen to it sing,
I would settle even for some warm-up exercises,
I wouldn’t mind a little short-lived chatter,
I only wish to hear that songbird sing.
A narrow line of ants,
Embarking on a journey,
To find a new home,
They must face this mortal peril.
Hands on the keys, gracefully flying,Skin, black, white, a blur,For with an auditory journey,There is visual beauty, too, to be heard.