Would

From head to toe personified words, stories shown in still pictures. Highlighted reels  of over-played moments I treasure most. Black and white trying not  to fade. Behind my ear a flower would grow. My neck and chest untouched, my heart plays rhythmic melodies. Being alive is art on its own. My back would extend wings,... Continue Reading →

Who’s the Bait? 

"It's the piercing eyes that determine your fate. Their dynamic fur of a colorful blend. The story! A growl detailing the ending. Like a wolf, it will be too late  when you hear my howl. An accomplishment  that can only make the ones who doubt her  unsettled & paranoid. After all, where am I hiding?"... Continue Reading →

Scars Cut Deep, So Do Words

I'm at a loss for words sometimes. &  Sometimes the tide gets rough  and knocks  the wind out of me. We are all standing  in a sea of dreams. Hoping  to rise above the water. Even if it's just to breathe. Will you try to float with me?  

Fruit For Thought 

An illness, a diagnosis, a prescription. So much goes through your mind, a tornado with no oxygen is the best way to describe it. Just spinning, with no end in sight. Amongst the storm, you bring a bottle home. Don't read the label, that alone can cause a frenzy. You decide to wing it, describe... 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 →

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