The heart has two sides, and they’re hungry
The left is light warmth that craves hope, laughter, and love
The right is dark shadows that feast on resentments, rage, and spite
Which side you feed is your choice
She was tired of being timid and gutless. She wanted to become a feared monster, one who dances with the devil.
The Devil didn’t want another demon. Instead, he wrapped her in his ebony wings and taught her about courage and forgiveness.
Her friends teased her when she bought the rusty oil lamp at the rummage sale. Telling her, she’s no Aladdin, and there’s no blue genie waiting to make her wishes come true. She clutched the lamp. They were right. He wasn’t blue…
No matter where we live, certain things remain the same. People love, lust, smile, cry, and die. The difference is some do with more grace than others.
He’s a street musician. Society calls him a good-for-nothing-punk. In truth, he’s worth more than gold. When his fingers strum the guitar and his music fills those dirty streets and alleyways all that listen are soothed and loved; the rich, poor and forgotten.
We are given a choice. Live life, or wait around for death. I chose to dance with him, tempting him to take me. Let him decide if he wants my body or my soul. I’m too busy seducing life to care.
I pick up my pen and search my army of words. Which story will march today? Will it be one of lust, melancholy, hope, or despair? Let me ask my muse.
“I love you. I want to marry you.”
She waits for it. That stifling panic of drowning in someone else needs and desires. It doesn’t come. Instead, joy swirls and flows between them. She smiles, and dives into his heart, swimming in his love and years they’ll spend together.
Some paint with oils and watercolors
Others paint with pens and word processors
More still, with instruments and voices
The reasons vary. To learn, to teach, to entertain
But all of give the world depth and color.
He is the calm before the storm
She is the storm
Together they are a natural disaster
