Slow Night Drive

Lonely letters fall like late December rain
Link together and form tinkly words
Driving at night on the last lane
That melancholy feeling undisturbed
Random memories show up invitingly
Lingers affectionately like old lovers
The reflection smiles wistfully
And smile again seeing it in the mirror
It could be anything or nothing at all
But you're alone and you laugh and sigh
It could be for something or everything
But nothing could take away that slow night drive

Hard and light, kind and cool
Blur and bright, flawed, beautiful
What you see isn’t what you get
But what he said was what he felt
He speaks of honesty with honesty
and contradicts my perception of beauty
He feeds my soul He fills my heart
It frees my days and haunts my night
A safety blanket wrapped around my skin
I can’t help but wonder of days to come
Just when he takes my hand in his
Could it be more perfect than this?

Dedicated to me

Pretty flowers, cold breeze
American’s rocket, crosses winds
We climb a tree, as you take my hand
That tree I used to carve our names

I jump the pond, you try it too
Oh no, there’s a frog, wait they’re two
I laugh to see you jump off and fall
Again like so many times before

Horses and ponies and unicorns too
You draw them all in my book
I spill coffee onto them
Look! Brown breeds, you said,
Flip the next page and start again

-FG

nope, it's not a technical error

i've changed the blog's url. the old address will take you to my new blog.

so to be clear, i have two blogspots:
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SillyGiddy

He smiles a lot.

He grins too much.
He jokes around.
He laughs out loud.

He smiles at me.
He grins silly.
We joke around.
He makes me giddy.

Giddy, giddy me.
Silly, silly him.
Lots of laughter,
In between.

it's the hormones talking

Isn’t it sad to see?
Couples in love in love?
So ignorant of the possibility?
That the love they love won’t last?

Is there actually true love?
Or the concept soul-mate?
Can we believe in destiny?
Do people actually trust fate?

Were Romeo and Juliet stupid?
Or too young to know?
that poison actually kills?
And suicidal blows?

Is there one for each?
Is there the word forever?
But what happens to serendipity?
And after ever after?

Cinderella will get fat,
Prince Charming won’t stay charmed,
Jack Dawson didn’t get to cheat Rose,
Well, because in the end he drowned.

What’s the point you ponder?
Why, you may ask?
Well, it’s a waste of time, right?
And you should get a life.

the right button

On.
Off.

On.
Off.

On.

Off.


On.









Off.
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SUICIDE - a digital story telling

With Bee and Has. Song credit to Jem.

Smiling sun

Yellow leaves

Feathery pillow

Evening breeze

A pink rose.

Orchid buds

Soapy water

Gentle raindrops

Floating bubbles.

The last star

The first dew

A smiling sun

Thoughts of you.

in vain

She with her silver cool air

She with the black hair
Plays with life’s poker
Gambling it all together

She with that golden smile
She with the caring eyes
Laughs in spite of her curse
That I did come here first

She with her blackened soul
She with the heart of gold
Sticks with loyalty for long
Till I sang her the last song

She with the friendship band
She with her loving hands
Gave all to me in vain
And left when I am sane

She who hates empty seat
She with her harsh lips
Proud and strong she walked
and took along her charm of luck