"I"

I can't help my fingers from sweating droplets of coal.
I can't lend a hand without losing my stand.
I can't listen without closing my eyes.

I miss the me without you.
I miss the inclinations that naturally grab hold.
I miss the tangled web were time did pend.

I deny believing this end.
I deny reading with lack of my purple lens.
I deny the existance of Love's rum.

I use them carelessly.
I lost them instantly.
I struggle to heed.

The forgotten I, that can soar ambiguiously....

By: Anny Ariz

Tender hands tend to land on the shoulders of those they love. Complete reasons appreciate the seasons and hope to help keep them breathing. Saving the world one bag at a time, one smile can plant, one change that ripples a prominent wrinkle into a new borns dimple.

Contemplative

I can; RAN.
I need a tan.
Fried eggs on a iron pan.
Take my batter sense
to pay the tense of commerence.
Rock back, forth
hard rejoice.
Sour tower of choice.. choice..
Read sweet, kneed a heap
Taken for granted
Planted a weed
fertile little suckers
Grow with speed.