koyfishkai

My Egg-tastic Eggplant Poem: My Eggplant is quite lovable. He’s purple, plush, and cool. He is just so huggable, Much softer than a spool. My Eggplant is just wonderful. Not edible, nor yummy. Stuffed Eggplants are so powerful, They have no purpose, in your tummy. My Eggplant is just magical, The pom-pom nose completes him. My Eggplant is so mystical, I swear to you, I’ll always keep him.

Moment of Clarity I hear the wind tap against my window, somehow it seems to call my name. I open the blinds as the sun repeats my summon; whispers...chants....silently screams, as it bathes my body in blissful warmth I feel an odd sensation. For once in my short life; I know myself Who I am is no longer a mystery. My soul is not a puzzle. I reach and fail to touch a higher being, though I know I will soon succeed. I know not where my body is. Home feels so far away, almost like a distant dream. The stress in me has gone away. Now I feel nothing but peace and serenity. The secrets of life have been unchained. Knowledge pours