I use an online journal for my thoughts and writing; and today I was just writing a few lines down. Some of these lines turn into ideas for a new poem; and sometimes I think they stand on their own. So today I am sharing a few of my ramblings and short pieces.
Happiness within a slight touch of your hand, casually touching mine. These are the memories I hold and can neither be bought or sold.
A kiss upon the softest lips causing emotions to surge as a whirlwind from my soul; and when taken away leave a heavy toll.
Cascading words fall upon the page, filling the blank space with my memories trace. For as it fades away as time goes by I will look upon these pages to see who I was and who I’ve become.
© Chris Chonos