Gifts of whispering futures, Curse the living past. Present problems now. Always seeing what’s coming, At least you know when to duck.
On Edge – August 1, 2019
Breeze, blow. Wind, pick up. Feeling you running past my skin, Makes my hair stand on edge.
Talking to you…Nice to finally meet you 8/3/19
So far, I’ve mostly let you piece me together, or make up your own mind. Sometimes creating someone else’s story is so much more fun. So, if you’re satisfied with what you know, I’d stop reading this post now. But if curiosities killed the cat, then here we go... I am not good at owning … Continue reading Talking to you…Nice to finally meet you 8/3/19
Pickled Crow – July 26, 2019
Blankly, gazing out at you Void of everything I once knew. A pickle jar, Emptied. Tongue’s grit Rough and sore. ~~~ Don’t spoil Your sour mood, For me. Or anyone. But lick your lips, And twist tight, What you might. Until the seal stops, And your wounds have healed. ~~~ Words retracted, Or withheld. Kept … Continue reading Pickled Crow – July 26, 2019
Tarrying For You – July 29, 2019
Lingering in my lust, For what I can no longer touch. Breathing fire, To taste the Sweetness. Dessert before dinner Leaves nothing Forward, After it’s expired. To begin again, One foot heads In a direction While the other tarries In the hunger I’ve built up For you.
Peace – August 1, 2019
I am torn, Ripped Right down the middle. Jagged Between my breasts. There’s a left, And a right. But what is left in-between? A peace, in me. Right there, Left behind.
The Passerby – July 31, 2019
Disturbed. A lifetime used To wonder, But never reach out. ~~~ Time is dirty, Muddy prints left. Tracking down Nostalgia lane. ~~~ Doors opened, That should have stayed closed. Latched and locked, But picked with curiosity. ~~~ Trouble spilling on the floor, Swept clean. Specks of dust remain, Undisturbed. ~~~ It is present, But invisible. … Continue reading The Passerby – July 31, 2019
Treedom – July 31, 2019
I am no painter, I don’t claim to be. The solace I find In blowing branches And flittering leaves Draws me in, Spits me out, and Brings me treedom.
Below Me – July 22, 2019
Flying, soaring No need to come down. Between the droplets of clouds, Arms slicing the crisp, wet air. Carving out a home A place where the pull Of everyone, everything Floats far below me.
Closed – July 17, 2019
A closed mind, Is a closed door, Is a lost opportunity That could have changed a life.
Timeless – July 16, 2019
Keeper of time, Of all things in life. Your ease, How you move In and out, Through and in-between. A marvel That is unseen.
My Reverie – June 13, 2019
The sky’s exhale takes flight, I’m drawn Beneath its branches. The law of Attraction is simple. The inexplicable Beauty of The trees breathing in the breeze. A gift of life in motion So pure, unaltered to the naked eye. Praised by The attention Of those who see. Just as it’s supposed to be, I want … Continue reading My Reverie – June 13, 2019
Last Wishes – July 15, 2019
Final goodbyes break my heart. Falling into a million shards of glass. Can’t move. Can’t breath. It’s all coming down Raining, and washing away the hurt. That falls from The unknown, And leads you to somewhere. Never of your choosing Lost in a place. A land foreign to your being. A man she once called … Continue reading Last Wishes – July 15, 2019
When You Know Me – July 14, 2019
Covered with a new skin I dream of the day I surface In front of you. Naked, Just like the first time. We’ll judge, And see what we want to see, But will you love me For who I have become? Shell cracked Stepping in front of you, This is me. Will you love me, … Continue reading When You Know Me – July 14, 2019
Let’s Talk – July 14, 2019
Thoughts unsaid, Lead to ideas undiscovered. Turned upside down, And under cover.
Chirping – July 2, 2019
Daydreaming, Chirping out loud. Gotta find a break in the clouds!
Searching – July 10, 2019
My head has been pointed toward the skies lately. In awe of something bigger than all of us. Where do you look when you're searching?
Pity Party – July 11, 2019
Filling up my puddle, Splish, splash. Pity party for one, please.
Trauma – July 2, 2019
Trauma isn't that moment, Trauma is strung out. A flavor that lingers, In the back of your throat Your whole life.
Talking to you…Dear Children, – June 28, 2019
To my children in case of my untimely death (because this is the shit I think about), We are all born on the same path, every living being is given the opportunity to live and to die. No matter the length or what your journey is filled with. Live and love without reservation, regret, and … Continue reading Talking to you…Dear Children, – June 28, 2019
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