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
I am watching myself in third perspective. I am feeling myself in first perspective. I am doing both of these things at the same time as I sleep lucidly dreaming. I am prone on a metal table. My head is secured with something, maybe a strap. I can't quite make it out. There is a … Continue reading The Open Mouth Contraption
A male friend told me that I don't have a boyfriend because I don't want one. "What does that even mean?" I asked. He said "You want too much." It left me perplexed. How is that possible? How can I ever want "too much" when it comes to the peace and comfort of my own existence. … Continue reading I Don’t Have a Boyfriend, and Apparently That’s My Fault
So much to say, Once held back By attacks I Retrace my tracks As silently they Watch and wait. It won't dissipate. Fear is an illusion. I invite these intrusions To include truth Even if it hurts you. Surgery is painful To the human skin. Ignoring the wound We can rot from within, Until we … Continue reading Kaleidoscope
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
What do you allow your inner voices to say to you? They sound a bit like this, yes? Are they telling you positive things? They should be! If not, you have the control to listen only to the loving voices.
and that was the day she stopped speaking abruptly out of the blue without warning and the silence hit the rooms like tunnels occasional echoes of laughter held only in memories no songs nothing just silence just a long, accepting breath that understood how very few were really listening not with ears but with heart … Continue reading Rapt