rain comes down and makes silhouettes of trees onto the sidewalk and the fringes of trees are traced in rain soaked cement and i think to myself that we tend to focus so much on those dark patches that surround the beauty of life and we miss it when we spend more time looking down … Continue reading rain shadows
and may those moments where silent melancholy overwhelms the already brisk air never perfectly mold and shape and bend into the exact piece of that little empty spot in my soul
the trees held betrayal but they didn't know that their production would cause a choice that ended in destruction. but a nation built homes and fires and temples from those trees in order to serve the one that planted them. but little did they know that the trees would eventually bear the one who created … Continue reading trees
sand and stone took you away after hours and hours of pleading you to stay your heart weighted with guilt your mind disarrayed as wisdom laughed at the mess she had made they spit on your glory they mock at your strength and now they scream empty justice as to where your body lay now … Continue reading tecmessa.
do you hear the muffled sound of my bones screaming under my skin? my skeleton is like that tree over there- our tattered framework is groaning at the same decibel level we await for life to arise from the worn down ground; for greenery to emerge after what feels like an endless winter we await … Continue reading the groaning.
i wish i was a writer who could be the catalyst of emotion in the hearts of the people whose eyes connect to my words that connect to their brain that connect to their soul i wish i was an artist who designed masterpieces with a pen that would make people question the world around … Continue reading passion.
the pulse in my veins only exaggerates the dissonance i feel between my mind and my soul. oh, how beautifully they intertwine to create this uniqueness of mine. but oh, how they fight and wear me down in the night. this depression that stems from anxiety this sadness that blooms from worry; it never feels … Continue reading the gardener.