poetry, writing, and dreams

I am glad that I am not the one they speak ill of, I am the girl with charms in her hair and islands on her flesh and I have somehow made...

She was a survivor who didn’t survive, her scars from the battle were the tip of a deep and dangerous iceberg like the one that sank the...

A faded dream and a distant speak; ten years, one decade- ever so far away yet ever so close, ever so tired yet ever so awake and aware...

Time never quite feels the way it passes; ten minutes become an hour yet one second becomes ten minutes, the clock on the wall holds...

We sit by the willow tree and feel the light mist of the river’s water; the sunlight touches our skin ever-so-lightly as I imagine the...

Tears of glass and bleeding lips; the future looms and you attack because fear, insecurity, worry- your anxieties become your aggression,...

Faerie dust and lovers’ lust, my cheeks are rosy and my hands spill shimmers; I missed you, although I never really knew quite how to...

Angel stars and battle scars; we fought to the end and eternity was near, our dust is ethereal and we were like faeries of the night but...

Afraid to confront so I allow blood to spill out; I need an excuse for nature, for my nature but I cannot lie so I make it true, the...

Consciousness and perception constantly at odds- my red differs from your red and my view differs from your view; the cosmos is vast and...

Some write for lovers in place of dried flowers or letters on old paper, in place of gemstone rings and golden necklaces, but I write for...

A year took me from bleeding arms and lying in the dimly lit room begging for forgiveness, from the new yet old, from the trying yet...

Beauty is subjective, sure, and to be quite honest I do not really care whether I am seen as beautiful but it would be nice to buy fresh...

The water shakes along with me- I have always been alone, what makes me believe that this could be different? Why are you so nice to me?...

I am a goddess; there may be tears streaming down my face and blood that spills out of me and paints me as a mortal, at times I am...

A pearl necklace and a creme lacy bra- a romantic with no romance and an empath with no connection; a purple aura and an affinity to the...

A hollow shell of the person I would be, could be, should be, I am not much anymore for they stole the traits which I longed to have,...

The waves rise and fall and thunder sounds while rain patters against the window; the clouds remind us of our place under the atmosphere...

Burning flames and candles like dried ice, when tomorrow comes will the sun set once again? Healing crystals or pills coated with...

My bones no longer belong to me and my eyes are only a product of your agency; the wind blows and the chills become intimate with me like...