I have many homes. Each one is beautiful in its unsteadiness, its story, its existence, the memories, its smell, the small, silent whispers the people, its shelter, the walls that saw it all, and most importantly, they are all mine. -- The girl who traveled through unfamiliar doors. Only to realize they all began with... Continue Reading →
Silence the Thunder with Rain
"You're not real, but I am." To know the difference is freedom. To realize your scream is presence. To understand your words is expression. To hold on when you want to let go is strength. A thought is only a thought until you let it grow. Don't let its roots cause the grass to fade,... Continue Reading →
My Anxiety Personified
He has big red shoes, brightly striped pants, and a round waist with ruffled white accents. He has puffy shoulder pads, a rounded sleeve with faded ruffles, and dingy white gloves. His face is white and his smile distorts real movements, smeared red lips. His smile curls up until just below his eyes and he... Continue Reading →
Who, then, is the artist?
Mold me like ceramics fingertips carving into cold clay. Anything is possible. Mold me like a story words creating the view my eyes see. Highlighting the blues and forgetting the rays of sunlight. Mold me like an opinion an experience dictating choices, I haven't made yet. Sweet wisdom passed down from generation to generation. Mold... Continue Reading →
Paint the Room Still with your Legacy
The words aren't forced her expressions are raw a natural need to fill the silence. The silence of a blank space a sincerity so, utterly unrest-less. The additives slip away with the passing seasons. Dreams of colliding colors, dusty books, words. Frozen in time, attached to the sentiment of "now". Nothing, soon stops. Something, always... Continue Reading →
Skeletons in the Closet
A silver-stringed net tied deep into her shoulder blades a bow-tie nonetheless encroaches on her twists and turns. Her own breath won't control its distance or the sure capacity of its weight. Much like a spider's web glossy and slick sticks to its pray and all of their struggles.
Curiosity Killed the Cat….
Captivated and still slow moving up a hill. The steepness rises my footsteps fall down, all. The summer breeze brings wind light and soft, from underneath a birds wing. Whistle a lullaby a whispered rhyme, something I can decipher with all of this time. ....but satisfaction brought it back.
The morning sun peaks through the shades cutting, molding his face. His chest rises and falls. I'm captivated by what my tired eyes think they see. Mosaic art pieced together by shadows and light. I look for those attributes. They calm a nightmare. They lull me to sleep. They make my heart race. Slowly his... Continue Reading →
Brick by Brick
The patience of a stone wall. Pick at the concrete Decorate this man-made structure. Man or woman, I am me. The re-established presence. The strength of a thousand demolished by one; a deteriorating foundation, self doubt. Gone.
Consistency, pre-planned complaining seeking, creating all that once was; and yet, still is. (Its never gone away.) Blinded by others the unknown hills placed in front of plans. School never taught "The Conspiracy of Accomplishing Future Dreams". We forget the cemented footsteps behind us, the hands reaching out to guide us. When, finally all is... Continue Reading →