I had another nightmare last night. Wanna read it? Crickets are extra loud and despite a sky lit up with stars it’s extra dark. I’m driving an old yellow pickup truck that has seen more generations than god. I smell like onions and I’m wearing a nice vintage pizza flour and sauce uniform. Wonky headlights…
My poetry prompt for NaPoWriMo and Cheer Peppers is this piece of digital art I created of a girl fulfilling her dream to be a ballerina. It flows through dance A tickle we cannot feel Not at first anyway But like a lovely seed That grows miraculously Or a painful thorn That digs and digs…
The world fell like confetti Through the black void of space Just poof A ball of dust and life gone No explosions or eruptions No trumpets or piano chords No bye bye Miss American pie Just melted skies drifting off Like lazy smoke looking For a new place to begin
I reconciled an old wound As I slept and dreamed Old regrets never resolved Played out and laid to rest
It’s been so long coming and now that it’s here I don’t even know what to say except oh my gosh… finally. My new website is up and I really hope you visit, look around, share it, and tell me what you think. Be honest because I need to hear it. I started painting when…
I’ve been dealing with an especially long bout of nightmares. They don’t bother me really other than I wake up more often and that bothers me eventually. Some are relentless and some just… sneak in and subtly warp things. Like an especially large or evil smile on the face of a loved one. Or my…
The lines connecting us Are jagged and broken Snagging bits of dark That cling to us Along the way Memories boiling In a cauldron Filled to the brim With dashed hopes And dying dreams It’s a rotten stew To sit down to So I don’t think I will This time They can eat alone I…
I tore out all my hair And watched it Like a tumbleweed Float softly like Cotton candy strings Dancing in the breeze Further and further Away from me Never again a part of me
I dreamed I was on another planet. It was dark with several moons lighting up the sky. I was wearing a summer dress and planting a large garden. I carried the seeds in one large pocket in the front. I was barefoot and the soil was refreshingly soft and cool. I was happy planting these…
There is a field filled with small summer flowers. They feel soft beneath my bare feet. At first it’s all I notice. Color being crushed beneath my toes. Resilient little flowers. Not left bent and broken but springing back to life in my wake. Then sound. A rushing. Like a waterfall. A large, fast river…
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