…she breathes words…
You don't need to speak before the echoes roll in here. You don't have to get drenched to know the raindrops are beating your skin Here, there is more to wind than the dust in eyes and falling trees. This one is a quiet storm. It's on the inside. You feel everything. You know everything.... Continue Reading →
I have heartache... Every time I stop to think, I feel pangs in my chest. Sometimes I feel weaker than I am... I sense I can't handle life with these two hands. These hands have built so little and yet, abandoned a lot. They've wiped many tears and written many fears. My hands have worked... Continue Reading →
I'm desperate and wanting. Waiting and thinking. Dipping and fetching. Hungry and thirsting. Yet, it's not my first time. I've gone full circle. And I'm still searching. Man: Woman, you are thirsty! Your are wilted and dry inside. Woman: You need not say it. For I can feel it and you can see it. I... Continue Reading →
Does your reflection scare you? When you look at yourself what do you see? Can you find a monster in your eyes? When I woke up this morning, I never thought I won’t be able to look at myself. When I put on my favorite yellow dress, I couldn’t imagine having the audacity to set... Continue Reading →
Dear X, You're not just the 24th letter of the alphabet. Yes, it's difficult forming words around you- but maybe that's because of our history. I hated that subject, by the way. History- stories of truths that were and could've led to a whole different lifetime. It's been lifetimes since I thought about this, but... Continue Reading →
If prison walls could speak Mine would sing sad songs to me They have boxed me in all my life and they would cry their hearts out to me- About how sorry they are... About how they wish they could miss me... They would tell me that they saw too much of me- They would look... Continue Reading →
dedicated to everyone with the inevitable internal struggle of fear and courage. Bold woman Scared woman Why won't you Let your self be loved? Why don't you Give out some of your love? Are you to scared to love boldly? Do you think it costs too much? you're an unconventional type. But is that enough reason? Why do... Continue Reading →
As my head is stayed from sleep, I pray the Lord my dreams to keep should I tire before they're made Oh Lord, I pray; 'come to my aid But lo my heart as stubborn is Again, to fear has yielded will where I did quiver, I shiver still My dreams as is, I dread... Continue Reading →
Sometimes remembering is good Not what is remembered, but what you give your mind as food. I have memories that make me cringe- Memories I wish existed only in my head- Memories that say what I should’ve done instead. Like past tense All the flashbacks are gone Scripted and acted scenes that can’t be undone... Continue Reading →
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