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City Tree

7Narrative — Mon, 19 Jul 2021 14:17:49 +0000

City Tree

City tree, yours is not an easy life. You did not ask to be born, yet you are here. You didn't want to be in the city, but you're in the asphalt jungle,

Hide Behind Bright Colors

7Narrative — Mon, 19 Jul 2021 13:07:30 +0000

Hide Behind Bright Colors

I feel like a Harlequin, a character who is a puppet, a prisoner in a life that is not mine and who does not know what to do to rebel. I use bright colors, I do what people expect of me, but this is not me.

The Corn Fields

7Narrative — Mon, 12 Jul 2021 13:56:47 +0000

The Corn Fields

Escape to the corn field. Escape from everything, from everyone. I do it often. I get out of my cage, but then I’m afraid of what I can find in the field next to me.

Madness

7Narrative — Mon, 12 Jul 2021 12:55:24 +0000

Madness

Madness is only a relative thing; it depends on how you look at things and their perspective.

The Last Ros’e

7Narrative — Thu, 08 Jul 2021 12:25:50 +0000

The Last Ros’e

Every year, for decades, I have given you a rose for Valentine’s Day. A red rose, like the ones you love. A rose token of my love, a way to renew the promise to love you forever that I made you years ago.

Walk the Talk

7Narrative — Thu, 08 Jul 2021 08:22:56 +0000

Walk the Talk

At the end of the day, we go home and look at the things we have: the house, the television, our car, the clothes, the electronic devices, the money.

Last Dance

7Narrative — Thu, 08 Jul 2021 06:55:27 +0000

Last Dance

Piano, play for me one more time. Don't let me down, don't let my fans down, let me dream one more time.

Duke’s Alley

7Narrative — Wed, 21 Apr 2021 09:05:29 +0000

Duke's Alley

You would have loved it. The alley named after you in Waikiki where surfboards line up ground to sky creaking a magnificent wall of energy about to happen and snuggle to the ‘queens hotel’. Not only do the surf boards go high up in the streets, but they are all an inspiration for your athletic achievements. You were and still remain to be the greatest free swimmer in the whole world.

Giggin

7Narrative — Wed, 21 Apr 2021 08:48:17 +0000

Giggin

The waters lay still. They looked at each other, almost pushing for one to begin. With their throats expanded, the bull-est of the frogs pushes its head to the surface and as expected, the first gig is thrown their way. It misses by a hair. They have been at it all morning. Human boys trying to impress their fathers with the first catch. If only their years equated to ours. I am 17 years old, that means I got 110 years on you little man. And as the oldest frog in the golden pond, I am pushed as bait, to see if the gig will miss again.

The Narcissist

7Narrative — Wed, 21 Apr 2021 08:37:44 +0000

The Narcissist

I was mad, upset and pissed as I shouted to her ‘You narcissus’. to paint a picture of what she really was I picked up a brush, a pint, a canvas and went to with these power strokes. I slashed paints right and left splattering blotches with negative emotions bursting out towards her pouring through skin onto the pure white innocent canvas. I was making a point! But as I was painting her; with each and every brush stroke, I became weaker and weaker and it became ugly and uglier and no matter how hard I tried to see the beauty that linger somewhere deep inside of her. It wasn’t being depicted as I wanted it to. My mind fought with the narcissistic portrait of her I set out to paint. When I looked at it, I saw a reflection of a man who was looked more and more like me.