You truly deserve all accolades you receive and not just from me. You are a steady hand, holding your pen. And if you feel otherwise, it does not show. I agree with you about words. They are fickle. But only between my clutched hands. No taming them for me. They speak back and demand attentionContinue reading “Moon Speak”
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Iron Sharpens Iron
timid soul sparks lighta feeble space to wondersharpen iron words And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark insideContinue reading “Iron Sharpens Iron”
Love Wars
Avoidance of pain. I’m realizing how i am trying my hardest not to feel and yet feeling deeply. I’ve let my mind wander. And I’m not sorry at all, to you, for gifting you value. I like being in your space. And i know you’ve told me to go. Not in words but in otherContinue reading “Love Wars”
Week in Review: B&W
run away.
Life is washing over me and my reaction muted. In the process of being overwhelmed i have lost a desire to share. Will I find strength to shoot the barrel. Letters locked and loaded. They suffer and land on days grown cold. The intimacy dares to run away. If I stay, will i manage toContinue reading “run away.”
Winter Trees
A hundred pages in mere lines. A thousand voices mock her mind. Forever in love with dark forcesI am blessed to survive.
Ground Spice
Taking time to be away the pressure of knowing or hearing or tasting the bitter bark, ground into medicineleaves megathering last years fortune cookie papersto smoke the airfree of civilization’sawkward crawl home.Note: I am taking time away from being online. Reaching out to see how my fellow WP’ers are handling the state of affairs.
Watercolor Tears
watchthe worldgo whirling byin streaked colors ofcandied double vision gone awry—cry
Two Worlds
The seenand unseenspar in the heavens.In our heartsa war tendstoward raging thoughts.I have neverbeen at home on earth.I have never longed to birth a life.The pathtangled with eruptionbent my neck downward.Hell duga pit to burymy silent confession.
Thursday Doors (Open or Shut)
The heart is the door to your soul. What doors do you require to walk through, to understand yourself? Your neighbor’s door? Your back door? A stranger’s door? Jesus said, ‘I am the door’ (John 10:7) in order to make it clear that no one can come to the Father except through Him. The churchContinue reading “Thursday Doors (Open or Shut)”
