Analyzed

Analyzed

For it is in your world not the externalthat analysis of the deep takes placebereavement and snipping corners the divine plays with the defeatedsoldiers marching through your field of poppies. Self-analysis played out in the nineteenth hundred’sa reason for...
Paint

Paint

Paint me a deeper shade of blue, I am not enough of the night sky I wish to twinkle. Paint me the globe burning of sun orange and yellowexcitement and Spring, for I need the birth of new thingswithin. Paint me a delicate pink one that adores and smells of...
Starting Over

Starting Over

In all honesty,I don’t know what to donow that you are gone. I am starting life over. Struggling with the darkI am a child whose innocence is stolenstumbling composurerocks pebbles thrown in ponds staring blankly at the ripples a desperate light bulb clingingto...
Acceptance

Acceptance

Silence speaks the loudest violin concerto in the background hummingtiny winged creatures suck sugar and fly heart strings that long to be united. The mechanics of separation have led you to distant shores where I can only hope in hand’s of perfection ...
Connections

Connections

Like life to death, connections follow us through every strand and fiber of our being; some would say weaving us into a tapestry of universal connection that we cannot understand; our logic fails to grasp concepts beyond space and time. Our birth connected to mother...

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