Landscape And Poetry

It is fall



It is fall.

I put on my black leather jacket and went outside. It still had a leathery smell to it as if it was new. The sky was dim but the sun refuses to give up and gave the heavens a nice silver glow instead of a dark gloomy one. The cold breeze brushed up to my cheeks, and … Read More....

Landscape And Poetry

Imagine Loving Life

huckleberry point

I love the present moment. It does not matter where I am, what I am feeling, what I am doing, or even who I am with. I always look at where I am “now” as a place I chose to be, destined to be, wanted to be, and always dreamed to be. Where I am right “now” or where I … Read More....

Landscape And Poetry

There was tenderness in her voice



There was tenderness in her voice, almost pleading that I let her go. “You are hurting me,” she said. But I didn’t and firmly held her.

“I will do whatever I want. I’m here tonight, not for you but for me. This is for me, not for you. Do you understand? I will do whatever I want with you. Tonight, … Read More....

Landscape And Poetry

There will be times when our opinions



There will be times when our opinions are different and we get mad at each other to the point where we will not even speak. There will be times when I will not like who you hang out with and you will not like who I hang out with as well. There will be times when we are too busy … Read More....