Terrifying was the firm declaration of her voice Nonexistent was empathy in her vivid testimony. I dreamed of you again, Joni, your waist length hair Framing your petite face floating in the chilly waters Of your bath, a slight layer of water visible above Your lifeless body as your essence was striving to Float, as … Continue reading To Float Out of Existence
Category: Fear
The Lonely Glass
Dark as coal was the night, as my body aches with youthful memories of your tender touches. Days spent in fallow fields with unwavering wildflowers on a tattered quilt tossed in the trunk. The clatter of your camera snapping as I would become Your muse while playing in the water like a child. Dusk by … Continue reading The Lonely Glass
To Launder in Love
No rationale for the sorrow which often floods our hearts Through an awful thicket armed with spikey painful needles Edging along this dreadful path cautiously we shall ponder Why to visit now, this trail of tears we precipitously wonder. Drowning in this uninvited sensation and under we do go Violent are the waves of regret … Continue reading To Launder in Love
Hope for Tomorrow
Hope is an open bottle catching rain, When thirst comes without water. A prayer that ceases any child’s pain. The crevice that brings forth a flower, Land that is dried and longs for rain, Life in the desert after a vital shower. In the airport both the smiles and tears, As we come and go … Continue reading Hope for Tomorrow
We Dance For Silence
Like a snake sheds his skin so go we, those of us who bravely venture onFilled with heightened senses as vigilantly, we quietly roam till dawn. Exposed our emotions on our shoulders perched like the raven black,Hearing whispers, feeling stares, why we grow eyes high upon our back. Lost amongst the others, those who gather, but wonder … Continue reading We Dance For Silence
Beautiful Young Pin Cushion
Have you ever sensed it The poisonous sting of another? Piercing clothes, skin, muscle and bones Needles poking, pushing deeply into your eyes Looking away does naught to soothe the tender flesh. Burning bushes of anger deep inside you suddenly awakened Fraught with insecurities laid there deep-rooted by another And intense is the passion of … Continue reading Beautiful Young Pin Cushion
