|"Be bold and mighty forces will come to your aid." ― Basil King|
And then in all it's wonder, I stood and watched the bright blue and cotton white of the sky fade into a thick blackness. Bringing with it that twinkling of the stars and the bright and perfect roundness of the big blue moon. I stood so still and heard and noticed so much that the whole of the earth was like a lullaby nearly putting me to sleep.
But I couldn't sleep, not with this much excitement in my bones. Not with all the problems back at our little cottage, nothing could keep me from focusing and drinking in the beauty and extravagance before me. Each star twinkled and danced as graceful as I've heard Ballerina's are.
Nothing else could ever matter or touch me as much as ...
Tempest She Knew
The tempest under her skin brewed,
and while nobody could see it,
she always felt it hidden within her somewhere,
somewhere deep and dark and unexplored.
Where worlds orbit around her mind,
wild with ideas and possibilities.
Trick of Light
Just a trick of the light,
A wave of a wand,
A blink of an eye,
And the magic is gone.
The wonder is spread
But the truth lays hidden
In the golden rays
Covered by eternal clouds.
Blanketed by an eternity,
I wonder what there is left.
When all you want, is all you get,
But still it never comes close.
Time we spend, and time we don't,
We're always wishing for more.
So, when the stars awake,
We all stare up at the sky
Wishing our lives away.
you get high when you get low
run and hide and outgrow
all those kiddie rollercoasters.
now you get a different kind of high
as you convince yourself you're doing just fine.
but the cycles never end
they just go round and round and up and down
till you become dizzy from the ride
and beg for it all to stop.
till you beg for a different life
and different problems to solve.
So here we are
With time at a stand still
Waiting for words to be said,
That will never come.
Both of us hoping
The other has more courage
To speak those words aloud.
Stand with me up on the narrow
cliffs and take my hand. Maybe we will fly as sparrows,
In endless skies and clouds and suns.
Maybe one day all this bleeding will be secede
And our memories not forlorn, not
Left to fade and erode like water shapes canyons.
I hardly remember much of you anymore...
Blue, immense and crystalline,
Entirely grand in its design.
I'm lost floating in it's cool waves,
And soon they take me under,
Then I am swept with the hurricanes
All engulfed and torn asunder.
Life is like small waves at first
but bigger with each turn and roll.
Eventually strong enough to knock you back
and possibly even rip you to shreds.
It all depends where in the waves you are
each person has their own woes.
I hate that feeling that I don't belong
But I hate it more that I don't blame you
For always leaving me to my solitary existence.
For some reason I can never hate you
Even though you do it every. single. time.
And I'm left alone to all my
Thoughts and lonely memories.
Even when you say you'll be there.
a.k.a. Monsters & Witches
Just a little, or maybe a lot,
You drink just as much as I do.
But I'm a witch in your eyes
And you're just a monster in mine.
I often feel that I do not belong places.
Especially places where everyone is happy and laughing
And chatting together so closely that there is no room
For me within the tight-knit converstaions.
Like a crocheted sweater. Perhaps on purpose.
Little blue, little deep,
The oceans call, the sea’s weep.
Little house, in a little field.
The earth is scorched the prairies bleed.
I find you among the ashes
Lying perfectly still.
A shadow of your former self.
Moon & Sun
Sun shines in through the window.
A glistening orange glow.
The room is lifted higher,
As if floating on air,
As if lifted to the heavens.
It’s incandescent fire gives warmth and sweet kisses.
I am a shadow, I am the moon.
I love the light but I can only reflect the sun. I have no fire on my own. Just a mass of rocks that only knows how to move oceans and rotate around you, a consumând focus. A love full of wonder and sweet whisperings.
The Girl Who Brings Ink To Life
Flowers pressed upon the pages of her poetry. Flowers now as dead as the trees upon which she writes. Her mind hears noise and transforms each random ruffle of a feather, each bark of a dog or wind through trees into music in her ears. Her own little world, oblivious to the passing light and the world around her. She writes with each breathe closer, like contractions. Like labor, like the finished writing, her child, will be here soon. Each breath is a stepping stone higher to the moon and stars. A dance in the moonlit room, a lamp, paper and pen; she dances.
The winding road ahead is dark and unknown
And I’m both excited and afraid.
Sometimes I wonder who you think I am, who you take me for as you read the words I l’ve written... the ones that you say are good or powerful. Whose words are those? They seem so unrecognizable.
They broke me down like pottery.
But I mastered the art of Kintsugi and
put myself back together, better than ever.
— a piece from a piece I was working on today
Currently writing a second poetry collection book on Wattpad. Hoping to find inspiration for the themes and organization. For the content. Wish me luck!
I’m the glass menagerie,
My tongue a double edged sword.
I cut, I shine, I reflect.
I build myself up to higher heavens.
Dreaming of victory, I’ve yet to taste.
“I’m a glass sword, and I feel myself beginning to shatter.”
— Glass Sword, Red Queen Series
She’s so confident in her entirety, like a goddess, that she makes hating yourself look stupid.
"Others have it worse"
Is a bandage some put on your wounds to shut you up from seeking help when it's bad. To simply put it they mean to say that others have it worse, so I don't want to hear you complaining to me about your problems because I do not care. It's a sugar coated poison that traumatized people tend to swallowing not realizing that they have a right to feel bad about the bad things that have happened to them. Teaching us to mask emotions.
Sometimes this keeps us from getting help, from talking at all even. Sometimes this drives us mad in our pain because it is so bad we can't really hide it, we don't know how. And we still feel that bad regardless of whether others have it wor...
There are some who want to watch the world burn. They get off on destroying others and even themselves. They get mad at others for feeling anything. Maybe because they don't feel anything. Nothing but hate. Not for the sake of anything important but for the sole purpose to hate, to go against the grain. For the sake of irritation and creating chaos, inciting more hate. Those people will die out not by murder or violence but by educating. By creating a society that holds you accountable for your hate for the sake of hate. By standing up to bad people and not condoning any behavior that causes others pain. Like men do with rape culture. Like women being taught how evil men are. So that we can ...
Thoughts gravitate like planets around her head. An entire universe smothered inside, forced to keep silent. Idea's shriveling away, muscles atrophying at the lack of use. Ignorance surrounding her every breath. Stuck in the same four walls that used to feel like home, but since has lost its meaning. The light rays warming up her little blue bedroom no longer comforts her. Only the cold crisp air and cold sharp rain like knives can do that. There is no home here, she thinks. Or maybe there was never a home her, maybe I just wanted to hope and dream for one. Maybe it never existed.
Things You'll Never Know:
I love camera's! I love photography! I love trying to act and write poetry! I love to read. I love to just write, write about anything. Just words on paper with endless possibilities for meanings. I love the sunrise, sunsets are overrated like dating.
I love sun rays and I love everything about full moons. They do have a certain magic, makes you feel like confessing. Not confessing love, but everything you're too afraid to admit when you're alone to yourself... let alone anyone else. To write, to read, to dream, to capture!
I love stickers!! I'm obsessed with washi tape and old handwritten letters. But I hardly know what to say through text, let alone on paper. ...
"The only lies for which we are truly punished are those we tell ourselves."
– V.S. Naipaul
"Either you deal with what is the reality, or you can be sure that the reality is going to deal with you."
– Alex Haley
"Life is like a prism. What you see depends on how you turn the glass."
– Jonathan Kellerman