skimbradsteen
To the airport we go with suitcase and luggage ready for lift off.
we jump on the plain and give it a look up
then down.
And realize holy craps thats a long way to the ground.
I gave her a shorthand essay about five speed fast. With words that didn't rhyme or didn't seem all too bad. I quickness in mind, a sharpness in skill. I used a shorthand to finish up and continue to fill. The lines that continued, thereafter was a time when one man suggested I give him a dime. So I continued to write in subtleties, uniqueness and poise. As to sway opposition from all readers I drifted their attention to a man who teeters. Off balance on a rope, so high up he might fall, strangle, and choke. All I need now is a reason to keep on feeding this lines with optimistic thoughts and feelings. What is left but an A+ reading?
My dear man I am too old and too wise to fall for you boyish charms. I've lived through all the generations and grew up with men that were of no manhood at all. I've seen many come and go but by far you are the handsome.
I woke up this morning to see a bright sun shiny warm day.
I make plans for a bon' fire and to go out and have a great day
and come to find out its suppose to end in a rainy day.
How upsetting I am, what can I say.
In the riptide of all that's coming in time
the sounds of thunder come in so very fast
with waves that hit the shores and make more than a splash
get up and take a breathe of the fresh sea air
after the storms have passed.
A memorizing scene when riding the bus I hear screams.
A moment in time stops and the surroundings are captured.
I turn to see what was such a fuss, and see a rapture.
The earth was cracking and we were all panic attacking.
We are at the end of our existence.
Praying our lives be spared, and knowing how it is so unfair.
Our families alone. Not knowing what had happened.
We sunk into the earth with speed and no traction.
Finally it ends with all our skulls cracking.
The earth's revolving now speeds backward.
Lives flash before our eyes while it's happening.
We die knowing where our souls will be happily.