Category: air
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On My Father’s Shoulders
Today, I saw a toddler sitting on his father’s shoulders. It touched my heart to see the glee and the excitement in his eyes. It reminded me of my Dad and the wonderful moments we shared. Fathers are so important. I don’t think western society gives them the love and recognition that they deserve oftentimes.…
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Thank God Christmas is Over
The hanging mistletoe has dried out in mid-air The pine needles of trees That once had presents under them now decorate living rooms Without a cause or reason outside of holiday inertia The smell of cinnamon and nutmeg dissipate The candy canes that reek of peppermint But fail to satiate the taste-bubs Of a sista…
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Winter Conversations
It’s a chill in the air. Warm breath leaving passionate lungs turns into fog. Snow crunches underfoot and gloves keep fingertips from freezing. Ice coats the black pavement like a happy coincidence. People slide in and out of easy conversation over hot coco and restored connections. Winter time brings people together like knitted blankets and…
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Jump
Go ahead, catch air And leap No rope required here Feel the weightless ease On free ankles Lift eager heels With bended knees Nearly touching the back of hamstrings Let gravity settle your feet Into stable ground When your up high It’s hard to come down Smile with a new found joy Jump for happiness…
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Let’s Argue: Boomerang
Boomerang You come back like a boomerang Slicing through clear, confident air determined to prove me wrong The give and take of our debates Leaves me hungry for more We don’t see eye to eye often But that’s what conversation is meant for To figure out the things that don’t quite fit And no matter…
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Need IT
Need It I know now that I need it The way a fish dries out without water Akin to a person grasping for breathe When there’s no air It’s buried in the way a tree requires earth To maintain its roots That’s the need I have everyday To hear and know the truth Love always,…
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Burning Toast
Burning Toast Can you smell the burning toast in the thick air? It sets fire to relaxed nostrils The fog drifts from the toaster like a daydream on fire It spreads through the vast house like a monsoon It goes above and beyond but still reaches higher Lift the lever, unplug the toaster and throw…
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