Summer Morn

Crisp cucumber

Poland laden sunflowers glistening

Photosynthesis

Ripening green stems as the dew emits from ice plants and other succulents

Peaceful breezes sway the blades of grass

Gently creating soft ruffling sounds

As the sunshine warms the day

Another day of peace

Tranquility

And new life

by Phillip Michael

C'est La Vie

She’s bed bound, gazing into his eyes
His hands slowly creep up her thighs

Things got steamy when he pulls the cover over his head
This moment so romantic, rose pedals all over the bed

Top drawer, pull out the rubber
Because she’s too young to be some baby’s mother

There are other dangerous things to put into consideration
Like having an STD affiliation

She fell in love instantly or maybe it was lust
But little does she know, he already left her in the dust

Seven missed calls and a thousand texts later
She finally figured out that he doesn’t want to date her

Sad, angry, miserable, hurt, oh, the pain
Tears flowing just like the rain

Suicidal thoughts are racing
Back and forth, she is pacing

Every Time I Walk Away From You

I don’t see you all that often

But still get nervous all the same

On the way I’m good, I feel fine

Drawing nearer and nearer, I slightly panic

The closer I get, the more my heart quickens

Pounding through my chest trying to escape

Probably wanting to run away

To avoid anymore inevitable pain

Falling upon you, my eyes halt for a moment

Each chance is like seeing you for the first time all over again

Your skin so silky and smooth

Doesn’t have to be sunny for it to shine

Instinct says to reach out and pluck you, like a delicious fruit

But like to Adam, you are forbidden to me

Avoiding your eyes because I know that I will lose control

Surely things will spill from my mouth, like those 3 precious words

Tryin’ to play it cool, focusing on other things

Such as the task at hand, exchanging our beloved treasure

Hard to admit so I keep things to myself

Like the times I miss you more than I miss him

Departing your presence, I always want to stay longer

But we both know that would never work

I’m too stubborn to suggest

And you don’t feel the same as I do

My heart goes from pounding to pieces

Every time I walk away from you

Finally achieving things in my life, many of them good

But success means nothing without you to share it with

Feeling like cuts in my wrists, knife through my wounded heart

Or a rope around my neck would be better

Looking away from remindings of you

Cuz I can’t handle the memories

Fighting back tears as I drive away

Oh, how badly do I always want to stay

It’s said times like these, you should pray

But I don’t even think God can make this a happy day

Can’t force you to love me, wishing the pain would end

How would it feel if you never had to see me again?

by M.L. Kasper Kain

1+3 = 13

Are you superstitious? Do you believe in feeling unlucky? Do you seek out the necessary items said to be needed to achieve a state of luckiness? Perhaps you may avoid certain events or situations that might put you in the position of having something very unlucky happen to you. If that’s the case, then maybe you’d like to stay inside on this day of Friday the 13th. Every year, usually on a different day, everyone’s favorite day of the week, Friday, is combined with the most shunned number in our numerical system.

The technical term for the fear of this notable day on the calendar is referred to as “friggatriskaidekaphobia”. Yeah, try saying that thing just once slowly let alone three times fast. The first portion of this behemoth of a word, Frigga, is the name of the Norse goddess who is married to Odin according to Norse paganism (tradition). For those of you who stay up on your stories of Norse paganism (yeah right), you know that Frigga is Queen to the world of Asgard. Yup, you got it, that also means that she is the stepmother of Marvel superhero/god Thor. Go figure, one weekend in May is dedicated to helping her son’s movie take the top spot at the box office and the next week her name is synonymous with Friday the 13th. Who’d have thunk it? Anyways, the word Friday is based upon her name.

Mommy's Day

Yes, it happens to be that time of year once again. “That time of year”, the phrase seems to be used for every annual occasion that there is. To me, this so-called occasion doesn’t fit the criteria to be described by that same saying. That is because it shouldn’t be labeled as simply an occasion at all but instead celebrated all year long.

Mother’s Day to some signifies the one day a year when we should open our wallets, dip into our bank accounts and buy the women that brought us into this world a bunch of gifts and take them out to dinner. Call them, shoot them a text and pay tribute to the females that labored for nine months while breathing life into our bodies.

CYK

The news of your imminent arrival brought excitement and flooded my heart with a deep nervous feel at the innocent age of twelve that I was.  I remember our brother, only six at the time, asking me what my problem was.  But trying to explain a significant moment of importance to a child is like trying to defeat you in a debate about anything at all.  I’m going to lose and most likely wind up with a stabbing headache at the end of it all.  The two of us, brother and I, had been sent to stay with one of Ma’s friends while she was well, “working” on bringing you into this world.  I remember the friend not being the cleanest person on Earth and us being attacked by at least five mice the first night we were there, or maybe they were rats or maybe a mixture.  I don’t remember but it was pretty nasty there.  I don’t think either of us got much sleep that night.  Needless to say, we packed our things with breakneck speed when Pops came to pick us up the next day. 

The two of us couldn’t help but smile as he declared us “big brothers”.   Since I was one already, the title itself didn’t mean much but the fact that I was now going to have a small female to protect made my tiny chest puff out just a bit.  We entered the hospital room in the maternity ward and had to resist from leaping on our mother who actually looked quite peaceful.  Anytime that she wasn’t ordering us to take out the garbage or wash the dishes was always a good day.  Finally we were escorted to the area where you get to peer through a window at all of the babies who had recently been liberated from their mothers’ wombs.  We searched and searched until our eager eyes eventually fell upon your name for the very first time: Chastity Yvette Knight.

The One

You are the one that I seek

The one that I need to find

You are the one that I check my watch for

The one that makes me take my time

You are the one that I think of

The one that I dream about

You are the one that I yell for

The one that I scream about

You are the one that I wish to hold

The one that I want to embrace

You are the one that I run after

The one that makes me give chase

You are the one with the fragrance

The one that I cannot help but smell

You are the one that I can talk to

The one that anything I can tell

You are the one that is worth more than others

The one that I can treasure

You are the one with the body I want to touch

The one that I want to pleasure

You are the one that makes life feel like a cage

But at the same time frees me from my cell

You are the one that makes Earth feel like Heaven

But also the one that puts me through Hell

You are the one that I miss

That one that I want to kiss

You are the one that I have stuck to like glue

But the one that makes it hard to say I Love ---