Petals drip from golden hair, which drops so lightly from her head. Rouge rubbed softly in her cheeks, she hums a tune of soft repress. Bluer lace wrapped round her neck- a navy noose adorned with gems. Wrapping silks of whites and reds, she wraps her mind around the end. While teardrops wake in emerald … Continue reading Maiden
Category: Poetry
On Old Memories
~*~ 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
For You
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
On Mental Guests.
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.
Untouched
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
Waiting Up
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
Working Title.
Faded edges around pink petals, Hard lines on a gray trunk, glittering skies in blues and whites. Roots strong as the setting sun. I’m alive and here, Before the world, Standing tall for all to see And never afraid of the falling leaves. Seasons change, Smiles fade, But the cycle brings them back to me.
Thoughts on Grandiose Dreams
We are always being told To have enormous dreams- though the endings to these fairy tales are rarely within reach. And when kids are left behind, they just "didn't give enough." Where everyone must be a star, the moons are giving up. But I’ve always been a fan of the softer glowing lights- I’ve always … Continue reading Thoughts on Grandiose Dreams
Come Down on Me
Come down on me, Like rain from the thunder clouds- Covering my sorrowed skin, Dripping from my gilded shrouds. Come down on me, Cleanse away my burning doubts- Extinguishing the flames of fear, Fueled by years of long-fought droughts. Come down on me, Clear the fog within my eyes. These cuffs that locked me in … Continue reading Come Down on Me


