#april06

[stacewindu]

Happy April 6th!!!!!

[thriftscop]

3. Midnight Aubade

Midnight Aubade

Look up at the sky.

Bright seeps from every streetlamp.

Our light has so polluted

That we cannot see the stars.

Press your forehead into mine.

I’ve missed my bus already.

Press your feet up from the porch

To walk me halfway home.

Fingers untwine at the intersection.

I lift my eyes to those star-void skies

Then warm them on the streetlights.

A new sun will come.

[idjit-sonovawitch]

[rainynightdream]

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The entrance I have to make

towards the gates of happiness

is waiting for me

endlessly ...

 Nor smile nor giggle

could save me from

this irrevocable,

at times torturous state of mind.

 The waves keep kissing the shore,

the sunlight only shines brighter

and I only feel more distant,

the common feeling of unfamiliarity is back.

 The cards are on the table,

my palms ignore them tonight

and they go back to your

magnetising smile...

 The photographs still hold your scelt,

althogh my mind shattered,

everytime I'd trace my memories once more,

the tears would only increment...

[jasonamckinnon-blog]

If it's Paul Rudd's Birthday, do I still get Paul Rudd-type presents? Happy Birthday P.R! #paulrudd #april06

[yearofthepoem-blog]

Story of Sal

Sal was born by a large lake where she’d hide from family amongst the sand dunes and rock piles while she day dreamed of the ocean currents ebbing in her heart, pulling her to sea. Sal left the house backwards facing her redd front door. As she backed away gazing  at its’ rust green walls she smelled my mother’s shampoo lingering with clean laundry, her father’s aftershave, and dinner at their cherry wood table. Sal moved through life backwards - let herself drift downstream adorned in silver until she landed at the Pacific Ocean. She began to breathe in salt air every morning and felt like she belonged. Sal began insatiably accumulating  facts like nutrients she could use at the rust green walls. Her heart flowed with a longing for lake water and clean laundry. As the leaves turned Sal became consumed bumping into people she didn’t recognize -because how could she in this vastness?- She began to seek something out: A friend’s cologne that smelled like memories, a brindled dog that looked like it belonged  living within the fences Sal left behind, a piece of reclaimed cherry wood at the reuse  that she reclaimed by walking towards it instead of backing away.

[lovelystylishenergy]

Gracias / Thanks / Merci ...a Dios, al universo, a mi amor @valmorejrs , a este nuevo ciclo en Colombia, a mi maestro espiritual, a mi hermosa familia, a mis amigas del alma y a tod@s los que me han ayudado de cualquier manera posible, para todos mi absoluto agradecimiento. Hoy estoy muy feliz porque inicia una nueva etapa llena de sorpresas, oportunidades y bendiciones que ya comienzan a manifestarse! ♡☆♡☆♡☆♡ #HappyBirthdayToMe #BirthdayGirl #April06 #Barranquilla #nofilter #selfie