Deeper Seas

Art: "From a World Inside This One" by Vennie Kocsis Deeper Seas Emerged naked Skin renewed from Oil and water; Lungs stronger From the disaster. You see, after The ticking clock stops And the heart Is the only beat Left to keep the rhythm You place your hand On your chest to Count the breaths. … Continue reading Deeper Seas

Listening To Molecules

who stole your pearls? who ripped into your shell without mercy, leaving you shattered, thirsting; mourning? who broke you and told you that you weren't the all supreme of your own being? who closed your eyes; made your love die, until every cell, each fiber, ached from the heartbreak? who reminds you of your exquisite … Continue reading Listening To Molecules

Ethereal Strings

but if you don't want it, the full heart and the thriving; if you are wound tightly inside the cusp of your victimoness, afraid that if you shine no one will notice, your hands will grow bruises and your fingers will become weak from gripping so deeply to the pain. change has to rise in … Continue reading Ethereal Strings

Collateral Damage Station

I'm on the outside bright color peacock spreading I own my street, a path forced discreet by tainted company I'm on the inside where children weep and we speak this language of naivety, conversations brief know what it's like to be the weird one so, pretty stays silent She'll only be assumed Life consumes her … Continue reading Collateral Damage Station

Solitary Repsite

There are those for whom The night opens up her arms Embracing sadness In the singing wind charms For me she is closing Closing the spaces I once shared Closing the trust I once spared She speaks of oneness Now I know there is No such concept Where once I believed I was emphatically deceived … Continue reading Solitary Repsite

Sometimes Goodbyes Are Invisible 

Silently I observe as the contradictions roll off of tongues.  Where once I felt reactionary, I now feel compassion for a soul so wandering; a spirit so unguided, it is robotic, methodical, unfeeling and closed in a coffin.Sometimes goodbyes are opaque.  There is no definition of solid pathing inside the cracks.  Time drifts us on. … Continue reading Sometimes Goodbyes Are Invisible