shentoncarrington:

circle-no-10:

shentoncarrington:

circle-no-10:

shentoncarrington:

circle-no-10:

shentoncarrington:

circle-no-10:

shentoncarrington:

What love is.
I am such love.

No, all the world’s a stage 

and we are mere

Janitors

We can write the script.
And dress as Rosalind
And Orlando and live
Like Robin Hood transported.

But the trees; no drink too dry; the glass not half full; yet their throats longing

The trees; think of the trees; 

I keep bees

yet stay in awe ; longing for a skirt ; pinkish thoughts

menopause 

Bees suck at nectar
To bring the honey
For us to feast upon.
It is the liquid of sweet
Transformation.

but the kitchen fire

sauce pan alight – non-alignment ; 

her sushi : too fishy 

the key left if the door

abandoned 

childhood

dream

of

cHRISTMAS

the bunny once hopping, now in flames

Retell all your childhood tales
With one who can repair the
Damage. Anything is possible
In our stories of today.

Though the fate abandoned them ; their faith did not; (ice cage)

“NO ONE WILL LISTEN!!!!!” – I say 

the smell of fur – burning

will not melt her heart [polar bear paws]

Take love like ice in the eye.
Be the snow queen’s choice.
She finds the essence of your
Secret desire and makes it
Space in a palace of frost

Chains ——————–> melting

still attached to those frosted walls

I do so want to avoid.

abhorrent  

their egg not rising 

my oven cold

your writing unmatched

bowing deep

humbled

shentoncarrington:

circle-no-10:

shentoncarrington:

circle-no-10:

shentoncarrington:

circle-no-10:

shentoncarrington:

What love is.
I am such love.

No, all the world’s a stage 

and we are mere

Janitors

We can write the script.
And dress as Rosalind
And Orlando and live
Like Robin Hood transported.

But the trees; no drink too dry; the glass not half full; yet their throats longing

The trees; think of the trees; 

I keep bees

yet stay in awe ; longing for a skirt ; pinkish thoughts

menopause 

Bees suck at nectar
To bring the honey
For us to feast upon.
It is the liquid of sweet
Transformation.

but the kitchen fire

sauce pan alight – non-alignment ; 

her sushi : too fishy 

the key left if the door

abandoned 

childhood

dream

of

cHRISTMAS

the bunny once hopping, now in flames

Retell all your childhood tales
With one who can repair the
Damage. Anything is possible
In our stories of today.

Though the fate abandoned them ; their faith did not; (ice cage)

“NO ONE WILL LISTEN!!!!!” – I say 

the smell of fur – burning

will not melt her heart [polar bear paws]

shentoncarrington:

circle-no-10:

shentoncarrington:

circle-no-10:

shentoncarrington:

What love is.
I am such love.

No, all the world’s a stage 

and we are mere

Janitors

We can write the script.
And dress as Rosalind
And Orlando and live
Like Robin Hood transported.

But the trees; no drink too dry; the glass not half full; yet their throats longing

The trees; think of the trees; 

I keep bees

yet stay in awe ; longing for a skirt ; pinkish thoughts

menopause 

Bees suck at nectar
To bring the honey
For us to feast upon.
It is the liquid of sweet
Transformation.

but the kitchen fire

sauce pan alight – non-alignment ; 

her sushi : too fishy 

the key left if the door

abandoned 

childhood

dream

of

cHRISTMAS

the bunny once hopping, now in flames

shentoncarrington:

circle-no-10:

shentoncarrington:

What love is.
I am such love.

No, all the world’s a stage 

and we are mere

Janitors

We can write the script.
And dress as Rosalind
And Orlando and live
Like Robin Hood transported.

But the trees; no drink too dry; the glass not half full; yet their throats longing

The trees; think of the trees; 

I keep bees

yet stay in awe ; longing for a skirt ; pinkish thoughts

menopause