My deepest thoughts left unspoken will persist in silence unbroken Orbs of light disturb the corners I learned no one would save me from myself there was something I had to be, but I still have a secret identity. lifting the weight of my dr…
When you hear the squeaking hinge of the door of opportunity and feeloffice walls are too closeto a cage for comfort--Listen!It's ok to push away another platewhen you've enjoyed a meal, read the fine print and walk (or run!)away from the d…
You glide through my mindlike a ghost, passing through my wallsand rearranging mymental furniture. Orbs of light disturb the cornersof my thought and my dreams seemto run strangelyhot and cold,but there's nothingtangible to hold.I don't run…
I learned no one would save me from myselfbut me and decidedthere was something I had to be,and this would not be mysupervillain origin story--but I still have a secret identity.The feats of strength likelifting the weight of my dreamschang…
but trying to prevent collisions but the point was not to shine, She is yesterday, today and tomorrow. She has the power to be reborn. Then not thinking, just knowing. How are you showing up in the world today? Intermittently, like misting
and prayed she would never be found. Kissing the blackened eyes of winter, we will find the sun for you, our sister though the road be cold and night so dark. She lay without her sultry lover, snow her whitened shroud and cover, but on high…
dance for the "cleansing fire". There is a blessing for this place we are calling the land of the free; the land of the pilgrims' pride, and their perilous journey at sea-- have a wide definition for me-- across a canopy of the night mind,
The grasses still whisper among themselves "Asses' ears! He fears they will know! He covers his head so they won't show!" Mice have witnessed a wealthy man And the trees can't help themselves but bray in their branches when the winds of cha…
Plague at the Ministry of Health and and they have a plan for War but call it "Peace" As if being dictated to from some and decided these were blueprints the one they believe in, deceiving I can't forgive them for what they are doing. I thi…
This is a poetry blog. It's like a journal, just not in prose. It should hopefully be its own defense. Take your sense of growing terror, Soon the jar develops a mother; love it too. As you were meant to do. Your mirror-daughter wants to be…
They say the gods have feet of clay, I wouldn't let them on my freshly mopped floor. I think our leaders are made of wax; they don't stand up to the heat anymore. Icarus flew too close to the sun, before his wings fell quite to pieces. Yet
to find the natural animal within. And it is not a rabbit or a doe. I understood what strangely happened here that steal away from the one big thing you because every day there is a new me, in the light of a harvest moon, and gather our tho…