Finding Peace
~*~ Edited 10/24/19 @ 5:12 PM ~*~ Darkest depths of memories, Tucked in as children lost to sleep, taunt and tease a lonely child, alone in her own reveries. I believe, as she believed, they’d one day come to be something more than simple thoughts, simply more than emptied dreams. Those of heroes in the … Continue reading On Old Memories
Come now, child- don’t be shy. There’s something there beneath your mask, hidden in your eyes. Raise your gaze, lift your head, and show me how you rise. I’ll warm your petals, melt the dew, so you can bloom to life. You've only got to open up, and let me fill your skies. Smile, please, … Continue reading A Sun’s Sweet Message
I thought I could live in the river; I thought I could survive on the tiny bits of algae it fed me from time to time, that I could tame it and morph its path and power toward a destination beneficial to myself. I thought I was the only one who could truly understand the … Continue reading The River
The first words were gentle, Caught up in a cloud of nerves, Unsure of where to drop their swell, But knowing things would fall soon. When they did, It was a gift to the desert land, Nothing but sand- Each drop brought something new. We’ve never been much less since then; Teasing lovers, closer friends. … Continue reading For You
Oh, hello! I see you’ve come to play. I’ve no time to bounce a ball, But you can hide in my mind And throw a stone or two. Just don’t break anything, it’s fragile in there. Glass, everywhere. Perhaps we can become friends? You show me yours, I’ll show you mine? There’s plenty of space … Continue reading On Mental Guests.
She tugs at the shore, leaving bits of herself behind to soak into the sand, while collecting small treasures to horde beneath her waves. Salt mingles with the breeze that lifts her up and draws her back, carrying the roaring din of the songs she sings while making her way. Light paints her hair with … Continue reading Untouched
They told me he’d come, if I’d only hold on. He’d fly to my window and we’d both be gone. The sun would rise on our forms in the sky, The girl who caught the hero’s eye. But I’m still alone, no sign of his cape. Is the “S” meant for “super”, or “Sorry I'm … Continue reading Waiting Up
