So one of the new projects I have been working on these pass two months is this T-shirt shirt design. I really like and I think anyone who loves mango will too. https://shop.spreadshirt.com/tress?noCache=true is the link. The way it’s going to work is every season I will put up a new shirt and a brand new design. Once we hit the the same season again next year the design from the last year will no longer be available. Please take this time to go check out what we have now HERE. Even if this isn’t your thing please share it with anyone who you think might be into this. Thank you very much for your support and once again this is the link https://shop.spreadshirt.com/tress?noCache=true . Enjoy your day 🙂
The remnants of the night tend to linger in my clothes;
the scent of liquor won’t leave my vest,
nor will that girl’s perfume, who was trying her best
my favorite shirt still smells of cigarette smoke,
or the drunken breath of the older bloke
the unsynchronised beats of the music failed to entice me
no sweat seeped into my skirt, I didn’t set myself free
nor did I get lost in the ogling man’s eyes,
turning him down was his most unpleasant surprise
I didn’t come close to anyone’s lips,
that reeked of mistakes and unfortunate slips
I went home with a friend, who remained by my side
kissed him good night, let everything else slide
And the following morning, when only memories remain
I can wash out the proof of their existence, though to me, it’s all the same
Because at least I can make all these disappear,
while you, I cannot
you are always right here
in my mind, never to be forgot
BY: Sara TK
The Holler is rural and rustic, so when I first moved here, almost seven years ago now, I first planted roses.
It was an act of faith. Roses are civil, and I wasn’t sure this place was.
Somehow I knew from the very beginning to encase their roots in chicken wire to repel the gophers who turned out to be legion.
This first day of spring, The Holler roses are in wild, exuberant bloom!
At night I hoot in communion with the owls, in the morning I wake up to be greeted by the hawks.
This is the most civil place I have ever lived.
Cheers to you and Happy Spring from The Holler’s Bloominng roses~
Artist: JJ BOOM
When my frozen cheek can’t feel the sun’s light,
I now fear that spring is nowhere in sight.
I now begin to dream of spring’s pleasure.
Dreams fill with the sun’s ray and all of its grandeur.
I find myself longing for a warmer weather.
The kind of warmth that decorates trees with flowers.
No more storms or any of winter’s frozen shows.
I can hear the cheers of a birds’ choir up close.
The time have come for the winter to go,
Because now I want to feel spring green glow.
By: HBO read more @ http://allpoetry.com/H.B.O.
For years have I have been jailed,
Inside these walls of decorum & propriety,
Like an obedient wife,
Caught in the duality of desires & duties
Until the transgressing thoughts flew through,
The keyhole of these iron gates,
Breaking the darkness with their brilliant colors of the rainbow,
I jumped on the backs of one of these thoughts,
And flew out of my captivity,
Disrobing my cocoon like a butterfly,
Flying out into the eternal Spring of Creativity.