Drunk on its power and intoxictated on its insolence ( Read more... )

I belong in the sun barefoot and free. I belong on a porch drinking tea from an oversized cup. I belong in cool cotton shorts and straw hat picking oranges from a tree. I should be reading my poetry to young ones who will perch their heads sweetly in my lap. I should be practically singing line after line in a tone that lulls them to sleep ( Read more... )

I want to bloom like the spring. I want to bloom Beautiful, plump, and pleasant like the buds of roses that spread so gently and tenderly. I want to be all sunlight and purpose. To be thick like the honeysuckle scented air. I want to be lovely and simply saturated with pleasantries like the feild that is filled willed wildflowers and tempting pear ( Read more... )

The cafeteria buzzed with students as i stood in line for my daily ration of slop. I surveyed the room eyeing all eyes and hearing all voices. I heard the chatter, the remarks of peace and of war. Such triviality exists in the missions of college students. Their cobwebbed minds all laden with the fresh dew of spring. Ready to shake off ( Read more... )