I am a poetess a prowess, a lioness ripping through emotions a shark in an ocean of sadness and incapable expression. I am your words, unspoken and unheard, representative of pain revealing what you restrain, heart broken and torn, cries of the unborn. I am a servant echoes of the quiet haunt moving ghosts in … Continue reading I Am
The rain is folding in waves against the windows. I close my eyes into moments of lull. In the intricate weaving of life, a flow emerges. Remain steady. Stand ready. I am swaying on cusps, seeing into futures, and I delight at the hope before me. This choice I have been given, to live a … Continue reading The Woven Sea
Underneath the energyCalled skin, IAm weighted, aReinvented spawn ofSeeds processed throughUniversal time. You said youDidn't know howsuch things happen. You lied.I felt it inside. I sat confirmed,In the least, smiling.They were duped, used,Arrogantly believed itWas special giftsThey received. Oh, you fools.We gave you nothing. Instead, we insured aPlanetary pureness, afterYou had purged the Mother,Wringing her … Continue reading Underneath
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Save the idle banterAnd the petty, senseless chatterFor the next innocent victimsOf your self created disaster. Save the sad, sad storiesAnd the sudden change of tuneFor the tide that brings the drowningWhen it all decapitates you. Save it for the othersWho love to gasp and smotherIn the drama and the strifeOf petty, purposeless lives. Save … Continue reading Save It
What does my face Look like when I cry? Un-pretty, swollen Blood red eyes. I am five again, And he is bigger Than a mountain. I am vulnerably In blood shame. I am a little girl Naive and helpless, But I am not her Not anymore, So how do I Let her go? She is … Continue reading Blood Shame
What is it like To be granted a wish When your first kiss Was laced with bitterness, Taken from a tender lamb, A brutal sheering; As if wool doesn't scratch And skin doesn't bleed? What is it like To live a lie, A life robotic, stoic, Steps broken, Words unspoken, Fake smiles to the others … Continue reading Holding Wishes
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