My head feels so heavy for my body. His body feels too heavy for his soul. And here we are, toiling through life, waiting for heaven, lamenting all in contrast with that likeness. How do we have it in us to keep reaching for paradise when it’s been lost for so long? His wings are … Continue reading Fragile Feathers
I have been the night for so many. I bring them into shadow lands so they may let go and descend. I’ve been a gatekeeper for the elevator to the underworld, like a daughter of Hela or Persephone. The price to enter is only pride and vanity, and the clutching of hands … Continue reading Night Keeper
These times of growing pains and spastic muscles under reigns. Limbs that struggle to be free. The chafing on skin releasing little red gems for the rockhounds. The constant sniffing of hunting beasts, expert at sussing out weakness. The teeth that pierce soft exposed parts and drag the prize into the cave of reaping. The … Continue reading The Sacrifice
This is the shape of my love, to fall at your feet, Darling. To open like a rose in the spring sunlight, or an ever unfolding lotus in the marsh for you.For I am a beggar, starved and parched in the barren lands of indifference. Too long have I wandered in the desolation who's only … Continue reading The Shape of My Love
How I’ve changed my life to accommodate you. I’ve purchased apparatus to allay you, contain you, and even restrain you. But you are insidious and wild, resourceful. I wrestle you for my power but you take it from my fragile, quaking hands. You find a way to root in me, make me a slave, unwilling. … Continue reading My Master, the Blade
You are an entire universe And so is your vision. You live in the expanse Of the cosmos and more, The place from which All was born. The demands others make Are like imposed funnels For tunnels you cannot Begin to fit through. Sometimes you try And it hurts Like the foot binding Of a … Continue reading Cosmic Sailor
I. We are limited in our vision of what is because of the hope of what could be. We are fantastic dreamers, painting others in that likeness with expert skill, only to find ourselves with messy hands and soiled clothes when the violence of life wears away at the paint. You were a gargoyle … Continue reading Catalytic Convert
i. I had a tiny hope once, and it grew as big as the moon's twin. I let it move my blood like the tide and cast shadows in the night. I called those shadows to me and I fell in love with half-light, telling myself it was enough to replace the sun. And … Continue reading Elegy For a Dream
Thank you, Oh Lady, with all my heart and soul. The delicate thread of nuance where poetry is born, I see it once more! That thread, my very life blood! Your fire has lend me a spark, a precious little light I shall treasure and feed, as holy as a child's love. I gave so … Continue reading Prayer To The Muse Keeper
Oh, the hunger That never leavesBut only sleeps In the depths of me,Comfortable in complacency. The trappings of safety Are the walls of peace, Chosen unknowingly in exchangeFor Passion asleep.Is it really peace at all When the heart is heaving,Crying, and eventually silent,Dying of thirst?Some say love of self Is enough. And some say it is … Continue reading Hunger Pain
