~* S.A.F.E.I.N.E. *~

Written August 22nd, 2012

By Rashida Darby

In natures eyes I see and feel everything...

See And Feel Everything In Natures Eyes.

Like a mother, I can create anything,

And all that I create is always mine.

Don't mind being tied up, always in knowing.

Knowing that I could break free at any time.

Don't mind being free, 'cause i know you will keep me;

Keep me always and forever in mind.

So here I stay, safely.

Safely whilst I safeine.

Whilst I safeine and I'm whole.

 I might leave here maybe,

Wherever I'm taken I'll go...

And when I get there, we'll know.

When I get there, we'll know.

I've said goodbye not recalling anything,

Just anxious as hell to get home.

Some weeks will go by and they'll start insulting,

Wondering why it is I haven't called.

I planted some seeds just to watch them growing,

Though I'll move before harvest this year.

I kiss them goodbye, always in knowing, but

Without a taste of the food that they bare.

So here I stay, safely.

Safely whilst I safeine.

Whilst I safeine and I'm whole.

 I might leave here maybe,

Wherever I'm taken I'll go...

And when I get there, we'll know.

When I get there, we'll know.

~* 15 Words *~

The other day, while I was browsing the Humans of New York website, I came across an entry detailing various other people who had been asked to describe themselves in 15 words or less.

At first, it sounded entirely too hard to describe myself in such few words, but  think I got the point across after a moment of thought:

 
"Artistic and hyperactive young woman erratically searching for a way to constantly excrete art."

Sounds like a news headline (lol).
I wonder now, if I should change the word 'art' to 'creations'... Hrm... *ponders*

Can you describe yourself in 15 words or less? (-:;

~* Quietly Hurrying... *~

An Excerpt from: "Quietly Hurrying"
Written Aug. 29th, 2012

'About to re-up on my mission,
Show a little more ambition.
Since I'm not on my death bed anymore,
I think I probably might could listen
To a lecture and some stories,
And not think it all so boring.
Hell I could even say that I might even
Learn something worth knowing.
Maybe show something worth showing.
Maybe light a bomb worth blowing,
just to go and show the universe
their own beauties are glowing,
hoping, growing, still unknowing.
Still reaching for the sun each morning.
Still aiming at the moon each night,
still hearing black birds crowing.
One day I'll fly away with them,
as the sun rises that faithful morning...
Until then I've become paper thin.
Like the lanterns - Fires burning.
Quietly hurrying...'