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Days of Childhood

I remember….

When days were longer and the sun wasn’t as hot

Looking forward to summer and playing all day long

Danced and played in the rain

Running around, sweaty but with a huge smile on my face

Climb trees, scraped my knees

Flew a kite, learned how to ride a bike

Roller blading and falling and getting back up to try again

Yes, I remember those wonderful days

©Maria Michaela

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Scraped

I scraped my knee again.

Mom is going to be angry.

She’s going to count to ten

So I’ll enter the house, ending my play abruptly.

.

My knee already hurts but she’ll still scold me.

I’ll get banished to my room like Rapunzel trapped in the tower.

She’ll ground me indefinitely

Though I don’t know what that means.

All I know is that it would be more than an hour.

.

So instead of telling mom that I scraped my knee

I’ll keep this a secret and just wash the wound completely.

Mom doesn’t need to know so I can continue playing.

That sounds like a good plan, that’s all I’m saying.

©Maria Michaela

Pretend

Sometimes I pretend I was someone else

To escape this reality for a while.

I could be an astronaut

A pilot

Or an actress playing these parts.

I could be the hero

Or the villain

The one saving the dragon

Or the dragon itself.

I pretend, to keep sane

Circles

I’ve been going in circles since I decided to let you go

I’ve been forwards and backwards

Up and down

Inside out

Just to get away from my feelings for you.

You got me tongue tied

Heart beating a thousand miles an hour

But I’m through

Cause you’ve played me before

And I’m no longer playing the game.

So despite going in circles,

I know I’ll find my way out of it soon.

(Guitar) Symphony

I hear the strings being tickled to sing

Their melody is happiness to me

As each chord is struck to form a symphony

My loneliness is washed away

Dream Job

Why is it that I wonder what I feel I could be?

To do what I love and maybe love what I do

To be able to do what some are able to

To work buy don’t feelit as work

To pursue what I feel fits me truly
In this world of practicality

I wonder what might have been

Or what could be

If I do what I truly want

Like Tennis

It starts with love

And then we score

We go to deuce and some advantage

And on we go

Until we’re back to love

Sing To You

It took me forever for me to write a song

Write a song for you

And now it’s done I stand here waiting

For a moment

For that moment

To sing this song to you

Over My Head 

I climb the Eiffel tower

They say I’m over my head or going under.

I dream of lollipop rainbows and unicorns at play

They say I’m being childish, getting worse every day.

I guess this is true

But if you lose your imagination, 

Where and what does that leave you?

He Fell

Oh my what a mess this is!

I’m playing but looks like he fell

See I’m in no hurry and so is he

But he’s dead beat serious 

While I’m just chillin’

No frillies, no butterflies 

No chills down the spine

No spark, not even a firefly
Feelings grow strong but it can fall apart

I’m sure I’ll break him when the time comes

But my goodness I wonder if he knows

How far he’s fallin’ already

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