So many tweets and empty streets
Instagram full of posts and hearts with no hopes
long list of Facebook friend and dying alone in the end

Colorful pics of  dark world
trending videos of falling angles
growing business of emotion

Education for growth but of economy
medicine for health but it needs wealth
politics for rise but in bank balance

Let me ask
is the world growing cold or is it the new world??
o

Starry sky, crickets chirp, wind skips lightly across my skin
I whisper,
I am peaceful, my love.

Sun beams pierce the windshield, my hair floats recklessly from the open window, music playing,
I sing
I am carefree, my love.

A light drizzle with a light rustle in the trees, grey sky, puddles under foot
I mutter
I am lonely, my love.

Sharp cold air scratched against my face, snow like glass, shiver in my bones,
I Bellow
I am angry, my love.

Chaotic gusts like trains rushing by, thunder crashes, the sky groans in angst
I cry
I am in pain, my love.

The breeze softens and floats with the rain, eerie stillness, the world is quiet once more,
I gasp
I am exhausted, my love.

My moods are like the wind. Ever changing, ever growing, and forever calling your name.




-t.s.

I always get subtle memories,
Whenever I remember my last love.

It was like a freshly brewed coffee,
For someone who prefers milk.
It was the strongest kind,
One that certainly kept me wide awake.

It was like winter
On a tropical island.
Cold yet always kept me warm;
Seasonal but definitely not temporary.

I always get subtle memories,
Enough to keep me at bay.