Here is a bunny photo to brighten up everyone's day! I found this baby bunny relaxing on a pile of wood in my backyard.

We've grown up in these barren lands.
Now, it's time to part ways                                                                  like the red sea.
                                  You'll
                                           be
                                              two
                                                  steps
                                                      ahead.

I'll follow
among this
heavy




dust.

Breathing won't be easy,
                                                                                                                         Nor will leading.
I'll
                                    reach
                                                                  out
                                                                                           for

                                                                                                                       you.
                                         Only to be blown back
                                                 by your tornado
                                                   filled with
                                                        success and
                                                            solitude.

No     

     d
 i
r                         
                                  e
                                  c
                             t                           
                               i               
                               o
n


or

                      r                                                         
                e
           c
      o
l

l
  e
     c
         t
            i
              o
                   n.

Desert                                                     and                                                        dirt


 for
                                                                       

                                                                                          miles.

I'll be left to wander with the immense somber sand.

                         Sw
                              ir     
                           li
                               ng,

                                                         Farther
                           
And
                                                                                Farther
                                                                     
And
                                                                                                      Farther

And
                                                                                                                          Further


                                                                                                                                                 
                                                                                                                                                 
                                                               


                                                                                                                                      You'll be.

             

                                                                       
                                         
                                                 
                                                                                               
                                                                                     






     

Do you still see the sun?

Even though our days are nearly done. 

Each and every set and rise,

A step closer to our demise.

Do you see a rising sun? 

When it brightens in the morning, 

With all of its colors soaring.

Emerging from the night,

To spread its glorious light.

Awakening sleeping towns,

It peers into every room around.

Signaling a brand new day: 

Opportunities, chances, hope. 

Or

Do you see a setting sun?

When it slips into darkness,

Sending all of the colors amiss.

Leaving only lonely traces,

Of words and forgotten faces. 

Stores close.

Parties stop.

Poems end. 

Everyone returns to their solitude.

Ending another day, another poem:

Finished. Closed. Goodbye. 

Experiment #5: In Medias Res

The black waters enwrap her in its ice cold grip. Its cool touch surging through her veins while the sting of its chilling breath drag her farther and farther down to the depths of its empty stomach. Forcing her eyes open, she struggles and swims away from the darkness towards a faint light above her. She pushes away the frigid waters until the scintillating light replaces the ocean’s glacial grip with the searing stare of fire. These glowing orbs of flames float against a bleak backdrop like lily pads serenely gliding over sober waters. Time suddenly seems to slow as only for this short instant a sense of tranquility flows through her.

When she reaches the surface, however, the scene is chaos. She gulps up all the air she can, only to inhale thick gray smoke. Coughing with disgust and worry, she hecticly swims in circles for Oliver. We jumped from the same spot on the bluff. He must be around here somewhere, she wonders. “Oliver!” She yells through the surrounding wall of flames. “Oliver! Where are you?” She screams with squinted eyes through the heavy smoke and debris.

She dives beneath the water, evading the raging inferno above her. After a few seconds she emerges to hear with immense relief the distant roar of her name. She whips her head around to see Oliver frantically flailing and hurriedly shouting for her. “Over here!” She calls out to him and signals that they swim to shore.

She flings herself on to the sandy shore of ease with Oliver following behind her. “What happens now?” he whispers with sorrow. “We rest.” She responds mildly through tired eyes. They lay there soaked in the muffled dark with soft sand and broken shells intertwined between them. The waves brushing along the shoreline as if Oliver’s and her life hadn’t changed forever. As if the world was not at war and all was in perfect harmony. Drifting somewhere between a state of awake and asleep, her mind lingers on those glowing fiery orbs amid the bitter ocean. Time slows once more as she perishes into an unknown sleep.

 

Experiment #4

From far away the world glows

Like dying stars harboring woes

Its hidden beauty beyond the mist

Softly, it speaks to the observer

Calling,

Captivating,

Alluring,

It whispers in the wind:

"Come forth, Come forth,

All who view me from afar.

Those that crave adventure.

That wish to explore above silver skies 

And below the deepest oceans."

Search for this buried world

It exists to whoever can grasp it

It lives and breathes the air we need.