Rows and rows of broken hearts Laid to waste in a garden of stones Flowers disguise the nature of sadness That torture the hearts of the compost remains Crowing birds hide the sounds Of their aching pains Moans from sorrow’s catacombs Like a symphonic maze they echo From the deepest down below Departing from this…
So many sad things happen to us and around us that are completely out of our control. Parents getting older and having health issues, we are getting older having our own health issues, parenting woes, war, violence, financial worries, safety concerns, abuse, neglect. The list is endless. I also know there are some beautiful and…
Inside this crazy acid denim destiny I painted all my dreams on pavement And skinned up both my knees Threads hanging from skies of gold Tangled up like ornamental knots Weave brows to bone I cannot tweeze And I weep into liturgical vessels Wondering how I will ever keep Those who have become my trestle…
Because we all have our walls! I crash so hard into all your walls Breaking bones as your voice calls Racing to find you my heart stalls Searching rooms dark and small Constantly stopping in every hall Yelling over furniture far too tall Under beds and tables I crawl Just know… I will find a…
She swallows stars Creating darkness Where daydreams Used to be Painting pictures On concrete walls Swirling creations A stark diary of her Black hole nights Void of vibrancy Am I still beautiful? She whispers To the ants marching Along the crevices Among the cracks Carrying her life One speck at a time Until she is…
I don’t really know when she sleeps… pretty sure NOT sleeping is her superpower. She gives a lot of herself to those she chooses to love and I worry about her giving too much of herself. She writes fast and furious with a mind like a speedway. Today she wanted to share our friends book…
Rain pounded down outside Vibrating off window panes Resetting the cadence of time Our hearts were stepping to Fingers sat tangled in my hair As whispering breath lingered Around curves we’d laid bare Distant thunder beat its chest As our souls exchanged light Two lives connected and directed Like moths fighting to feel fire Some things don’t require…
Time came from shadows And dreams Swirled like magical clouds From my pillow Here I am he said Turn into me again The fog drifted into sheets Emotional feats Summersaulted into beats Inside my chest Here I am he said Turn into me again Darkness fell like drapes And angels Wore fishnets spun with despair…
Some stories get told and they can’t find rest inside your soul. The stories fight like ghosts trying to find a way out. Well… This week I read two stories that have left a huge battalion of ghostly visions inside my mind and writing is my way of making sense of it. The stories are hard…
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