Hostility (A Sensory Poem)

Hostility is Red
It looks like a burning sun
It sounds like a roaring tiger
It tastes like papaya leaves
It feels resentfully hot
Red is when you try to combine oil and water

-Enindita-

Dream high

Let no fear bind your dreams
Let no worries stop you
Put your dreams high
Higher than the sky

When The River Flows

I was born in the land of dreams.
A paradise for the broken souls.
Where each is served with fruits on gold platters.
and dressed with crystal teardrops.

I was raised in the land of fantasy.
Where the frozen rivers are just like rainbows.
Green as the trees, yellow as the stars, and red as life.
and the people bathe in chocolate current.


I am living in the land of hopes.
When the wide open palms bring the rain of food.
A small quantity of crystal clear water takes the pain away.
and the strings of the guitar turn children into grown ups.


I will die in the land of knowledge.
Where I need no gold platters with the price of my broken soul.
When the chocolate current clears up for the people to drink.
and the open hands bring comfort to others.


I will die
When the river flows 
once again...