Rain fell from a black sky But the sand beneath her Drank it from existence And she stood waiting As the rain fell on her Face, neck, arms, breasts Accumulating As if she was made of wax Her body was exposed Naked And spotted with age Her hair was long The color of tarnished nickel…
She had been lying on the floor staring at the ceiling for some length of time. The sun had come and gone and the day had not made any new marks upon her recollection. Realization would come. But not right now. Eventually she would fall asleep and dream about screaming cats and falling rainbows. Hordes…
I can tell because of the fog That I must take special care I must write my name in it On the foggy piece of glass So as to not forget myself It’s easy to get lost inside The wisps of “here nor there” Surrounded by smoky layers Of “what if’s” and “why not’s”…
I am perceived and divided. You see me as bound by history. A set of experiences chaining me to the railway. Boundaries marked. Respect tried and failure too often won. Knots tied but carefully unraveled. I am but your servant. Your true beloved, And so much more as my duty has been sworn. Because of…
There will be many Who will love your smile They will tell you jokes Just so they can claim it There will be many Who will love your eyes Will want to dive deep Into the magic they hold There will be many Who will love your heart They will try to mark it Etch…
I stood still Invisibly quiet A bystander A witness To an atmosphere Gaining tension Not me, no way It wouldn’t be me Tipping the scale The precarious needle Into the red territory Crimson delicacy Marking danger Overloaded Overheated Over the limit Voices were angry And so very loud Eyes were enraged Focused and wide Yet…
I look out and see a meadow covered in fog. It is as if the whole world is sad and the earth is listening. My brain can relate. Depression feels like that fog. Drifting silent above the world. Alone yet not. An atmosphere confused and heavy. But then the sun comes out and things begin…
The smooth surface feels like glass Pressed hard against my wet cheek Shapes dancing just inside memories Behind curtains of shame and regret I see shifting blurs race to and fro Dripping down the canvas of yesterday Stripes that don’t last, or change Bright spots that linger when you blink Peeling itself off the tapestry, alive…
Endless moments were given birth Rippling reflections of the past Floating effortlessly into my future Often, I sail back to those moments That made it into lasting memory And find those that changed me Those tidal waves of insecurity The typhoons that toppled me Each storm followed by peace Fashioning a strength that comes…
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