The GameWe know the rules. We stick to the formalities.The Game by ~buttons-and-bicycles
Something to amuse, entertain, to help us pass the time.
It goes on, an endless circle where neither of us can win.
There’s always the anticipation of SNAP!,
Yet when we see each other it’s like we’re children playing hide and seek.
I am not one to be cheated, tuned or mastered.
I don’t want to be another piece on your board.
I refuse to roll the dice, and you refuse to move forward.
So we end up stuck, once again, postponing the game for another evening.
If we don’t miss a turn, then tomorrow we will start again, and stop in the same place.
Yet it never ends
I want.I want.I want. by ~buttons-and-bicycles
A pink teddy bear.
To tie my shoe laces.
Go to school.
To write a story.
Dance like a Ballerina.
Be grown up.
To wear makeup.
To study the arts.
Travel the world.
Fall in love.
The perfect boyfriend.
High paying job.
A big house.
A vegetable patch.
To do it again.
To stop wanting.
To be happy for one moment with what I have.
Nonno's GardenIt’s strange to think that you’re not here anymore.Nonno's Garden by ~buttons-and-bicycles
I remember when we were younger and we’d arrive to see you. The first place we’d go was to the window, pressing our faces against the glass to try and catch a glimpse of you. We’d look out, and you’d be there. Like you always were. In the garden.
Each trip was different, an adventure. There were rows of neatly sown lettuce seeds, bean stalks twice as tall as we were, ripe strawberries just waiting to be found by our greedy little fingers. Tomatoes would be taken and made into sauce, lemons would be squeezed to create limoncello, grapes transformed into