By: Rodrigo Vasquez
I see her,
Her triumphant pose,
She looks up at the ceiling,
Her eyes always seeking the heavens.
She stands victorious,
Never blinking, never falling,
Yet, her color will fade away,
her arm will fall, her clothes will
wither, her determination will vanish.
I dread to think about it,
I see little by…[Read more]
The black smoke flew by like dirt
pull through the ground, flying in emptiness.
The smoke was a solid aroma
an alluring smell feeling like impaling thorns to my skin.
As I ran through nothingness, my eyes blinked.
I’m hurt, like a bird singing happily I fly by.
Wildfire is anger
Disease spreads like fire, uncontrollable
Humans or animals, rage is water
Vital as sunlight is to plants, like pain is vital to learning.
Compass doesn’t choose the way unlike the mind,
direct the wildfire like gulf balls directed at their target.