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.
there are a million definitions given but none fully address the complexity that is brought. a silhouette without definition but every indications of beauty. a reach that ends with a handful of fog, but a desire to try again, and again, and again. how i long for words to fill that empty chasm where your … Continue reading define.
The landscape of her heart was that of a forest-with trees she tended with the most intentional of roots. But things happened that she would never understand. For ties were cut and the bonds she was so attached to were actually shackles on her feet. And in a moment she felt desperation so intimately intertwined … Continue reading heart of a forest
A typical night resulted in a feeling of unfamiliarity with myself; that song you adored no longer made me cry as I drove down a familiar road where the wind caused those little hairs on my head to tickle my face as they interacted with the breeze. I drove in the twilight and wondered about … Continue reading the broken, beautiful familiar.