poetry, writing, and dreams

The flowers I water and the stones I rub against my flesh; salt in the wound may make it hurt but it makes it pure- the mask is not the...

A pallid complexion and a caged bird, a stone face and a whisper they never heard; she speaks with power but a quiet tone, she falls away...

Unnatural world, natural one- who should I be and how should I proceed? Tired eyes, golden hair; I hide behind the pieces of my mind, I...

These parts make up a whole, the souls of yesterday the dim lights and candles of today and those who seemed so influential become...

The world around you burns and you do nothing because it does not affect you yet; the waters of the past rise and the moon frowns as she...

I was given to a world of bodies stuck in chaos, of dark among the light- scalps scattered and hearts burnt, eyes glimmer like orbs of...

The language speaks the truth- words fall out of our mouths and although they might not be honest they are always truthful, we can...

The water cleanses the fears of the past but the mud and the clay are new, vital yet impure; are you willing to risk what you will lose?...

The water falls and the sunlight floats, the petals float and the tree bark stands; who is to say that we are the only community? We do...

Prevention is the best medicine until prevention of something that doesn’t exist is regarded as a waste of time- what happened to...

The smell of fresh-baked bread and uncertainty filled the air as the couch seemed empty even with four people and the world seemed empty...

Sometimes I fall under the water and pretend; pretend that I’m not human and that the world that surrounds me with its bright lights and...

Under the fluorescent lights and beige ceiling I lie and make a wish; the wish the make a difference, to help the ones who need it, to do...

I have never fit into the box of yes or no, of right or wrong; they never filled me with enough of either so I am always dimly lit, the...

The same fabric that gives me the gift to produce life both weaponizes and protects this soul of mine; the flowers of my womb are really...

Look down at your hand; the flesh is composed of cells that are really just chemicals- compounds made from molecules, molecules made from...

Flowers have begun to open their hearts and their petals and the sky has grown from grey to blue with white clouds and vivid greens on...

Her face grows cold and pallid and her arms become numb, she falls to the ground and the water begins to surround; the sky and the water...

The heart begs from within but the cold and frigid shell never allows it a companion so it rots until the body becomes a collection of...

I am a mere dot with a universe outside and a universe in every cell and molecule and even atom; I am protons and neutrons and electrons...