If coins turn to bills,I will travel the world.I will touch other earth;Change my dirt into pearls. I’d step off of this land,And set foot in a plane.I would roll in your grass,And I’d dance in your rain.
Remarkably overcoming each disaster. Blurring her final destination – the trickery of life modifies her predestined path. Firmly clutching her indestructible glorious crown. Solidly strapping her overly experienced boots. Tightfully-clenching her strong iron fists. Winking whispers at her reflection. Powerful voice released from a statuesque look that could certainly kill. Weighted low-sunken shoulders. Beaten chin;Continue reading “Fierce Fired Flames”
As the warmth of her caffeine-filled start caresses the colour of her lips, the thoughts pour out from her feather-like tips. As deeply-gathered memories surface to appear on blank mutated manmade birch, her voice releases from her uncontained words. The rushing sensation, caused in her brain; similar to the sound of letters frantically throbbing fromContinue reading “Cup of Thoughts”
Crowded wrinkles, shriveled hands, an unsteady bone-sculpted mould. The depth in her eyes, a depiction of time, tracing a deep travelled road. She stares at her image, the damage and folds, from mistakes that her younger self made. Boldness strikes her blunt knuckles, crookedness forms, as the strength of her fist starts to fade. RecollectionContinue reading “Dear Young You:”
I remember your butterfly flinches and your turning around as I slept with a body pillow to hug and protect my body; temporarily serving as your home. Your subtle internal responses to the sound of my voice, and the way you followed the comfort of my hand. I remember the excruciating pain. But the instantContinue reading “Mother’s Love”
Fragility, stuck in cement, she is a vase of flowers underneath the bling and the tats. She’s a sprinkle of bad and a whole lotta sass. The stubble she wears, on the sides of her crown, removing her hair as it falls to the ground. She’s a lotus of rocks, a petal of stone, inContinue reading “Rocky Lotus”
Dripping dabs of her aura and revealing secrets as her colours splash across the plain canvas. The thickened paint pours from her refined pores like acrylic wine seeping from her chest. The burning brush beats to the rumbling crash of her emotions as she covers the edges and corners of her story portrayed. The paintContinue reading “Acrylic Pores”