The Sound of Silence (Hour 7)

I hear the melodic notes and can’t help but cringe. I can’t explain why. When I hear the artsy, folksy tunes of today and yesterday, I roll my eyes. When I hear the upbeat, funky pop music of today and yesterday, I shut it off….

Maybe a Song

We cast a spell to protect us from unkindness and people who adore celebrities. “I wish our spell included protection against houseflies.” I mutter, waving them off to pester another. Silently and to myself, I warn the fly. I don’t want to kill you, But…

Phoenixlike

We might die and leave the earth But memories will stay with worth We might die and leave them here But our good deeds won’t disaappear Like good old phoenix we will come back When time is right we will fly back For sure its…

Meditation

Steady rhythm in the walk Pass by the same dusty roads Stroll past all those fences breaking and rotting from the wind, snow, ice, rain Stop at the corner Look up to the sky Blue skies that warmed you fight with the dark clouds the…

She

In the quest of her realm She was a wandering soul Discovering life She grew And knew that she herself was a gem! In the thirst of knowledge She was a wondering soul Totally in aww of herself Constantly questioning her identity Somehow she knew…

From the Inside Out (Hour 7)

FROM THE INSIDE OUT Inside out, outside in. Break my body, slam my brain, to fit the golden ratio of beauty. Two hours, three hours at the gym, counting calories, watching Macros, but a Mesomorph can never be an Ecto. So fuck the scale and…

Hour seven

Inside out   Don’t tell me to love you inside out   when she lingers on your tongue, but your tongue spells my name.  

Baby Girl

My baby girl, full of Grace strong, beautiful, radiant. Seeing past the pain until it overwhelms and engulfs once more. My baby girl, full of Grace, trying to breathe trying to calm until she can rest, but not progress. My baby girl, full of Grace…

#7 I Have a Right to be Here

I am sheltered in the hidden-away part that my body fights to protect but that trembles to come forth. I nest in my belly and wonder if I can get past the nastiness that curdles in the depths. Echoes of self-doubt threaten to stifle me silent if…

Vines

Along the way to My old school lies a rundown Old house With walls Covered in chipped paint And beautiful vines