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Nothing
Nothing, cannot be stolen It escapes all and needs no safe No one can own it, alluding in nature If not careful, it will steal everything away Into the void of nothing It embellishes barren Until everyone is hypnotized Unaware while it takes Make no mistake there is no revoke Unprepared, unequipped, unequaled I take joy in knowing I have a treasure hidden in plain sight Nothing, cannot be stolen Largely becoming the way in our climate Greedy nothing, nothing takes All you could carry inside and out It took the devout It did this just to prove Nothing, cannot be stolen It does the taking It is it's own thing Built of years and time Ever remaining Nothing, cannot be stolen If you are lucky enough to realize when you have nothing Nothing is everything Because, Nothing cannot be stolen
By simplicity2 years ago in Poets
Dame Nature
Snakes, worms that learned to protect themselves. Not exactly, but my way of explaining evolution. Both creatures most likely have prehistoric origins and provided meals for birds. Both play important roles in the environment. Yet worms, outside of aphrodite myth, have no gods dedicated to them in every culture.
By simplicity2 years ago in Fiction
My Narnia
One day I woke up in my Narnia. I woke up and stepped into an entirely new world. One recognizable, but wholly unknown. It carries many expectations. I stumbbled into it. It happened not quite over night, but at times it felt that way. My Narnia carries no friendly wise character's, there was no Aslan to greet me. I entered at the part where Aslan had died and unfortunately Mr.Tumnus transformed and disappeared before my eyes. The dangers remained recognizable, witches existed in all colors and places trying to turn others to cold stones or arrogant endullgant feens. One had to be steadfast at all times. Dangers lurked everywhere, everything a trap, everywhere a start of a maze that could easily disorient and make one lost. The information I gained from formal education was flipped upside down. There is no place for it in my Narnia.
By simplicity2 years ago in Fiction
Sensi-tivo
When hanging out with people, play on words are bound to come about naturally. Some times words come about as a way of not having to say something directly. A way of avoiding something uncomfortable or gross, an example being who-ha when speaking with children. Sometimes these words take on lives of their own and transform along with those creators that coined them.
By simplicity2 years ago in Fiction
Aphdry
She pulls the covers up and nuzzles in. Her credit card interest fee's are high, holidays are coming and she'd have to cut back on presenting the feast she had hoped to present to her family. The gifts she wished she could buy people would have to be supplanted with the next best she could afford. She had a big heart with large wishing dreams for others she knew were inconceivable in today's world and her situation. She couldn't remember the dreams of her own, but wanted others to believe in the ability to achieve dreams and goals. Tonight, instead of thinking of these realisms, her brain branching took her no where near these thoughts. Instead to thoughts of a specific feeling.
By simplicity2 years ago in Fiction
Teaching Walking Witch
"Oh goddess protect my loved ones everyday, as they sleep and as they play. Help them always smile bright and keep them safe in your loving light. Protect them from harm and all they fear. For they are the ones that I hold dear. I thank the goddess for helping me. So mote it be."
By simplicity2 years ago in Fiction
The Closest Stranger
Predictably, on time, the key is in the lock of the front door. The small click of the light switch turning on. The splash from the release of the shower handle being turned. Then his labored gate, from years of work. He stands just a little less straight than I remember. Looking at an old picture on the wall and then glancing my reflection in the window is the only way I notice how much we have transformed. I don't feel much older, just sitting here. I notice at times challenges, but never chalk them up to old age.
By simplicity2 years ago in Fiction
The Unspoken Salute
It's been a long day. Of course I forgot I'd said I'd be responsible for dinner tonight. As I pull into a parking spot, in what feels like the farthest spot from the front, I realize I'm in no mood to do this. I'm already here though. The next mistake I new I was making, was going in without a plan or a list. I was deciding on dinner depending on what I saw and what's on sale. Lately, it has felt like I need a loan to accommodate groceries and the gas needed to get them. I do delivery at times, but it's frustrating when things aren't delivered. Tonight, I couldn't risk it. I get out of the car with my reusable bags prepared to go shop. I feel smart that I remembered my bags, until half way to the front door I realize I have left my phone and wallet in the car. Typical, I think as I make my way back to the car. When I get to the car, a person is parking right next to me. Tires on the line. Leaving no space between our cars. They hit my car with their door as they get out. Sheepishly, they glance at me and say sorry. Checking the spot, it seems fine. I growl to myself, People. Taking a deep breath, in and out, I start the journey in again.
By simplicity2 years ago in Fiction
