Doppelgänger

I stared at the from the window Is it that their perfect taut skin By its indefiniteness Not catching the light but it Reflects the shadows that fall forth From those heartless soulless voids And I’m drawn to their immensities They are not of this…

Dreaming Reality (hour 12, prompt 12)

We were wrapped in innocence In someone else’s dream Somewhen (in another time) But nothing’s ever as it seems The reality is the nightmare And innocence, the past So long ago I can’t recall When loss first came to pass For even as a child…

Such are the minds of sisters

Sixth sense, powerhouse, she’ll tell it to you straight “You are beautiful.” “You are smart.” “You’re not told.” “It’s never too late to start.” Extra Kleenex, extra gloss, extra whatever it is that you need She’s got your back,  whether blood or you picked her…

Still Awake

With apologies to Jonathan Coulton. This was a triumph (of experience over optimism) I’m making a note here, (because my memory is awful) “Huge Success!” (came from being realistic) It’s hard to overstate my satisfaction Aperture Science (has given me many hours of enjoyment) (Although…

With you, My Friend, by my side She thought and kept everything aside With you, My Friend, the bond so tight She thought and she could fight With you, My Friend, and all the mess She thought and she felt blessed but, The one she…

Fresh Snow (Emptiness)

Light snowfall kissed the tip of my nose A shiver ran down my spine Fields of untouched snow stretched for as far as my eyes could see Pure white My breath hitched and I felt colder than I ever had in my life I’d never…

Creator

In the beginning, we attempted To create a world, devoid of pain. To each our imperfections, we Gave head tags. We didn’t forget To attach the closing tag. For completion sake. But, the work had barely begun. We wanted a perfect world. We only mastered…

Dear Livy

six years in life and you thirty years since sending you into the world every day adds confidence you are dearer to me than the year before let us look forward without fear without depression love will be sufficient I hail this day

Nature of Chaos (Hour 12)

Source Material: The Land of Little Rain by Mary Austin This is the nature of chaos. Streaked with ash, evaporating the dark and bitter lies. The wind drifts between them, the quick storms scar them past redeeming. One expects not to depend upon brackish and…