He loved them
They were
the perfect distraction




Last night,
I saw my life drive-by,
In an old, maroon Chevy truck…
Bed filled to brim with memories,
Driven away by a stranger.
And I just kept walking forward…
On my own two feet,
In my own two shoes…
From my head, to my heart,
To the table,
I danced the night away… 🌻


He Said, She Said

“This moral compass lost me millions,” she says.
“You have a rich and luminous soul,” he replies.
She looks him in the eyes and smiles.
He smiles, too.

What if I fall?


Cristian Mihai


“What if I fall?” 
“Oh my darling, what if you fly?”

Do you ever ask yourself if you like the person you are? If you are who you’ve always wanted to be? Do you know who you want to be?

To be honest, it wasn’t until a few weeks ago that I realized who I really wanted to be. I want to be that guy who tells people they can fly. I want to see the magic they have stored up in their hearts for so long. And I want to make them see it, I want to make them use it. Because, truth be told, falling is just another way to fly.

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The Many Seasons of Human

Fire and Ice
Please melt the snow
Renew our Earth,
Let her magic flow

Forge a burning river of love,
from deep inside
Purple petals bow to the dove
As Earth protects her pride

Single Mother

The weight of the world on her shoulders, she carries it so well


Of Hearts

Once upon a time,
The Princess was
Once a pawn in time,
Until the moment
She became
The Queen…


A Well Red Flower – part 4

She closes her eyes and her body unfurls on the living green blanket beneath her. It holds her ever so gently. She drifts off to dreams. All the while, the sun, perched in the forest of clouds in the sky, watches over her. He takes the leap and falls for her. Landing upon her, reflecting in her golden hair, he tenderly kisses her cheeks and chest…
As the wind begins to whisper, the sun rises again. Passionately caressing her in tones of a gentle breeze, the wind carries her scent through the ether.


A Well Red Flower – part 3

As the moist droplets of constellations. drip down her nearly bare body, the grass below reaches closer to her, growing taller with its desire to imbibe each falling star.

A Well Red Flower -part 2

First licking, then pressing her lips together, she hums along with Mother Nature’s song. Deep in the heart of summertime, she craves his heat. She begins to sweat in his proximal presence.

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