Her eyes tease behind her long lashes A nose scrunched The inhale and lip curl Before pure bliss flows from her lips Like honey

Life throws you It’s curve balls In the gut it hits Devastates and renders you helpless But you’re not done Rising from the ashes like the Phoenix You dust yourself off Take stock and begin to do life, again Another blow, but nothing keeps you…

I want to be that girl Made of honey and clover Lost in the pages of other worlds That smells of vanilla and cinnamon I want to be that girl Tender hands of nature Hair kissed by the sun Dirt under her fingernails I want…

In the dark of night the Poetess tends her void   healing her wounds through her words   the affection of her longevity mischievous curiosity   she surrenders to liberation only found through transformation   ready to ascend the Poetess   faces her fears digs…

A closed mouth doesn’t get fed. What do you stand to gain if you don’t ask?

There’s no place I’d rather be Snow covered windows with a heavy breeze Fire crackling at our feet Fit snugly in your arms Tracing my finger over your palms Nothing is quite as calm Our little haven we created Something to be appreciated

Lift your bow, and breathe Pick your target Do not take your eyes off Blink and you will miss your opportunity Take it one shot at a time For an arrow cannot hit twice

Waves of anxiety wash over me Enhancing all my nervous tics

Kaleidoscope glasses arm flapping and shouting random words at nothing customers gawked at you but they still signed up for memberships even looking into the fractals on your face.

Eyes burning, limbs tired, head throbbing, the world went grimmer, darker and sad. What do I need to go on forward?