
Like a twinkle little star✨

Pen and Poetry


Rumpled between sands and foot print,
the paper lie with its half in as the remain flaunt with the air.
a peek at the last line open my sluggish heart to curiosity with the safest energy,
I found myself digging at removal.
dusty and rumpled with strokes of emotions and silent pain
this is written decades ago,
a century before the dinosaurs and big bang theory
before the emergence of Adam and Eve.
”If only you knew how my heart becomes yours” it read,
”every tear behind your smile struck me like a chain, tied around my neck”
print of tears hang on the sheet,
drawing the image of an unexpressed love tired of hiding.
“If only I could tell the three words to you in one sentence…
‘but here in these sands, dear Carolina,
will I bury my written love for you, that nature be the witness of my pain as you step on the edges of my heart”. George.
I dig the sand making a hole, this time it’s a deep one, long as my hand and bury the letter in.
At least, if I can’t help George tell Carolina about his heartache love. I can help him re-bury his letter so the sands can absorb his pain in years to come.
Lo, between the crowdy legs,
is a beach love letter that was never given nor expressed
just between the sands, behind the smiles and around the edges.
Photo credit: @beachlovephotography on IG.

A PROSE POEM: SEA OF DREAMS.
There is a sea at the end of my street unknown by parents and guardians.
it’s a sea of dreams accomplished and dreams yet to be fulfilled,
my mother knows I love this place;
“probably because it’s the end of the street and the air there smells fresh and relaxing” she thought.
Behind the Alsons house you would see a foggy palm tree bending towards sunset.
the tree…popular and well known for its background effect in pictures,
the effort it takes is just to go with the direction the tree face, everywhere it turn bend to the sunset and leads to the sea.
it’s not just a sea, it’s the sea of life and freedom, paint with lifestyle and morals
Artefacts speak here.
And magic is not allowed; it’s not me, it’s the rule.
There is a sea at the end of my street where you can clear your head and wash your pain.
A sea of dreams with no fairytale.
Photo credit: @sea_photo_nc
Title: @ampersandprompts
Write up: originally written by me; @busyink_

We tend to mistake one for the other.
Black has life, black is beautiful, black is beauty, black expresses emotions, black is a color, black has a rhythm, it has a message and disseminate information, black has feelings, it has touch, it has its sense, it has harmony and has experience.
Dark on the other side is deep, dark is pain, dark conveys pain, it disseminate suffering, hatred, broken heart and sometimes lifelessness.
Black and dark may be a set of twin, from the same mother, the same womb and sperm but are two different and identical souls and yes, they both have stages. I.e, the beginning, middle and end and they both shape our lives, emotions, thoughts, decisions, feelings and career.
Thus, this is why a person whom view the world as nothing but pain and emptiness is often said to be on the dark side of the world, out of the earth and in the space.
Atimes, dark mix with black and mostly, it result to depression, which may change and may not change our fate, destiny, life and career for the good or bad.
At night, we may feel sober, lost and out of our world, as if our world is crumbling before our very own eyes and we stare helplessly. the next morning, we may feel alive, agile and creative like nothing had happened the night before.
Don’t get me mixed up, sometimes we are not in control of our life actions, decisions and this might make us feel like a caged bird or a new baby being watched and monitored, but we shouldn’t call that black or dark; not yet, not immediately, not when we haven’t verify our thoughts and emotions .
In a nutshell, there is a saying that “you see the world the same you view it and you feel the world that same way too” nature can be dark or black just as the sea can be blue or red.