The road I’ve traveled has had its fair share of roadkill, potholes, and angry drivers,
but it’s also been one hell of a ride.
Me putting the pedal to the metal,
with my hair in the wind and the birds as my guides.
But recently I have reached a fork in the road that travels in two different lanes,
“Should I choose the high, scary looking one I’ve never been on, or continue on this plateau with very few gains?”
I decide to floor it to the right,
into a world of higher feats and opportunity.
“Someone’s gotta take the chance on the unknown, to report back the most rewarding route to your destiny.”
What truly inspires me is the unveiling of someone’s soul,
laying their hearts bare,
to share their stories as they unfold.
The artists, chefs, teachers, etc. who live their lives with a daily passion,
injecting positivity into every thing they do,
in a colorful fashion.
Dancing to the funky rhythm only they could hear,
doing the waltz, pop lock, salsa, to an invisible song,
with an invisible audience that holds them dear.
Please don’t judge me.
I have enough unwanted things on my plate without having to add your throwaway scraps,
and no I don’t need your unsolicited advice,
’cause it’s all really just a bunch of crap.
Quiet as kept your plates’ looking kinda heavy with all that unhealthy food,
so stop probing and making snide remarks to me Ms. Rude Attitude.
By the way my plate’s getting smaller while yours is reaping with rotten meat,
take care to balance that plate real good now, or it might just spill out into the streets.
Me can’t think of a betta day than today,
da sun lowerin’ like babies after a time of play.
Warm breezes caresses me wit a steady beat,
da sun’s kisses slowly pullin’ away in defeat.
Tomorrow’s just a stone’s throw away,
but ma heart still beats wit the rhythm of today.
via Daily Prompt: Rhythmic
You reaching out for me is the balm needed for my soul.
Just like in a marriage, to have and to hold.
Finally, I have a being who loves me unconditionally,
without judging my failures, mistakes, and past defeats.
I promise to cherish every moment we have together,
creating memories and me being your guide and your shelter.
Our souls are forever connected through an unbreakable cord,
and every night while you sleep,
I look up and thank the Lord.
via Daily Prompt: Baby
Billions of tiny dots paint the picture in front of me,
but does it truly paint the picture clearly.
Hours, days, weeks go by in a moment’s time,
under the guise of my needing to stop and unwind.
“Where have the days gone and why do I feel so unproductive?”my humble thoughts cry.
“It went to that talking box in your bedroom,”my conscious shouts, “where all dreams go to die.”