Pulling force
nagging
we revolve, attractive
drawing us
together
so many rules
try to define me
simply because
I know how
to keep my feet
on the ground

The man rows his boat,
away from the shores
  of livid hate,
   into the ocean,
    in the pale moonlight,
     as the night dissolves
      the blur and stars
       shine his mind;
        and the ocean
         swallows his soul
           for his Nirvana.

Pressures,
forces,
twisting levers—
gears ratcheting down
little by
relentless
little
against a box with
no walls
and no way out.

Children
by Michael R. Burch

There was a moment
suspended in time like a swelling drop of dew about to fall,
impendent, pregnant with possibility ...

when we might have made ...
anything,
                 anything we dreamed,
                                                          almost anything at all,
coalescing dreams into reality.

Oh, the love we might have fashioned
out of a fine mist and the nightly sparkle of the cosmos
and the rhythms of evening!

But we were young,
and what might have been is now a dark abyss of loss
and what we have left is not worth saving.

But, oh, you were lovely,
child of the wild moonlight, attendant tides and doting stars,
and for a day ...

what little we partook
of all that lay before us seemed so much,
                       and passion but a force
with which to play.

Keywords/Tags: child, children, childhood, time, possibility, dreams, love, passion, force, play, mist, fog, sparkle, cosmos, moonlight, tides, stars

You can't force the words out,
Can't force yourself to write it out,
Shouldn't force yourself to put thoughts to words,
Tis why actions speak louder,
You don't always need to say,
You don't always have to do,
You don't always need to say sorry,
Show your thoughts with your actions,
Show your feelings through who you are.