poetry, writing, and dreams

Peppermint whispers and crowds that fade into liminal space form voices of the past that call from the snow as we wonder how the world...

At some point along the littered path you will stop and wonder is this my true desire? You will cry hot hears that stream down your...

Ancient ruins and severed heads; who are we to question the reasons behind the dead? We think we’re gods but we think no differently from...

The landscape searches for our love; blue petals and violet eyes, deep worries and faceless cries- we fall as we wake and we swim in the...

My existence is a paradox because the very thing that makes it progress is the thing that almost ended it; the wind blows and the glass...

If only I could not be so ignorant- if only I could somehow read the stories they never told; the mundane is beautiful as is the erased...

Bottles of potions of violet and magenta and wooden tables upon which books of old knowledge and quilled ink rest, I want to know, to...

Apathetic, Jaded, Desensitized so the blood and the gore may not scare you and the softness of the thunder may not move you but these...

White eyes, pale face, loving smile, weak cry; I wish I could have saved her, I wish the lights inside of my mind would have worked this...

Denial. If a tree falls in the forest but nobody is around to hear it, did it truly fall? and what if I am the tree- nobody heard my fall...

Sometimes it's best to externalize and let the ego go, it is better to be a woman of mystery with eyes of nothing and an acidic pit for a...

Coffee and mysteries, a message to decode in ink from centuries ago, red lipstick or blood prints on the newspaper; we sit in the...

A burden useless wasted potential; some got the struggles but they also got the strengths, they aren’t rendered incapable but...

I line up skulls on my bedside table to remind myself of what I will become; I am merely an object that may never be inanimate but...

The darkness of the bushes covered in shining fruits and the path of stone leads you to a new garden, one hidden and a throne- you have...

Full lives, small world; flower eyes and a string of pearls- who is this Earth, who is this girl? Twenty years and all but the first full...

The dust of the galaxies forms us so we capture the moment we formed- a bit of sea in our eyes and stars in our veins, sun in our faces...

Stories change as they are told, we seek objectivity but objectivity falls only into the mind and eye of the perceiver; your purple is my...

The universe’s ceiling grew black and you did nothing, the waters filled with smoke and our minds became fogged but the panic was absent...

I put on silver and gold to conceal the worries I hold and the wonders I told; love brushes against our fingertips and just when you...