Good Morning Yesterday

A Person With The Paranormal Ability To Apprehend The Mental Or Emotional State Of Another Individual

The sun drizzles down the mirror — on droplets, off my window, escaping it’s reflection, I suppose. Accelerating speeds, sends it in a new direction. controlling randomly the way that it should go. * The patterns sway and flow — giving way to pre-made notions, care-freely going in the path…

Colors fade, when your worlds torn apart, like a mist on a cool summer’s eve Blues and greens blend and blur into one mellow mess, when you wear how you feel on your sleeve The deed complete now, the damage is done, the wounded broken there, in your wake With…

Hop, hop, hop -like a bunny Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit — like a frog Meow, meow, meow — like a kitty Bark, bark, bark — like a dog The animals all come alive, when you walk in the room! They wait for you to wake up, their hearts patter — boom…

Stripping down to my socks, in an old faded tee, or a worn sweatshirt, straight out of the dryer. Snuggled deep into my chair, the one oversized, writing down words I like to use, to get inspired. Fitted carefully, into some story or a poem I have in mind, disappearing…

Mr. sandman, this isn’t my dream, looks are not what’s important to me. Rose clover lips — don’t make me feel rested. I’ll sleep with the fan and deal with mild congestion. * Sandman, leave me alone, I’m doing just fine down here, on my own. Please turn down that…