I cannot be an untamed wind, whipping others about without a soft place to land, especially when legs are barely strong enough to stand. When you tremble in your shoes and have so much to lose, you cannot open your hands to let go or to hold on when all the silken petals are gone … Continue reading Tame the Wind
Is this some great hollowing? Is this how I'm to be made empty? To become one with the void? Every time I think I'm close to making peace with my circumstances, the black veil returns to shroud the world in my eyes by dimming the sky. Some say it’s hard to see in greyscale, but … Continue reading Heart Light
I had dreams bigger than my eyes when I was young, and my eyes were always bigger than my heart. Wonder for fuel, I reached for distant planets in my mind and found songs on the wind instead. I sang til my throat was raw in hopes that they would hear me, even through … Continue reading The Silent Song
So often it steals our passion and replaces it with exhaustion. It sneaks underneath conscious intent like sleep undertakes motivation. We cannot fight biological needs, and trying only makes the depletion worse. A fever returns the moment we push past the need for rest. Doing our best to rise above the rules and machinery, we … Continue reading Rebel Dreamer
The lassos fly in the air to catch you and pull you back into the pit. “Dance for me,” the captors say, stealing your clothes to replace them with a tunic and leather pads. No sword and shield to arm you. Just straps of sandals on skin tanning in the unyielding sun. Dance for the … Continue reading Song of the Gladiator
Tiny robbers everywhere I look. Maybe I should close my eyes. Distractions pull and tug like pretty lights that try to steal my mind. I want to see the colors and shine but at what cost? How much of my heart is lost? A fraction of my breath, just enough so I can’t breathe deeply. … Continue reading Quiet Hours
I built myself up from deep under ground but it isn’t enough to contend with night. The monsters and ghouls cannot bare the light of a new day when their eyes have been sewn shut for ages by their own hands. A needle to pierce the flesh of tender eyelids and turn them hard with … Continue reading Firebird
Impending Apocalypse. The fear bleeds in like a raging river preceding the wave. A flicker in the corner of my eye. Is it the walls about to crumble on top of us, burry us alive before the tsunami hits? Is it the floors believing they are really the sea, willing to relinquish their shape for … Continue reading The End of Time
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
I am careful, so careful, deliberate in every moment. I am instinct dancing, seemingly in the air, hanging by a thread. My actions are encoded in the finest hidden particles of my form, conducting my every delicate movement. My limbs shine in the sun as I dance my creation into being to nourish me, and … Continue reading The Weaver
