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.
I stumbled into bad choices, dead ends and wrong turns;Every blister and ouch was a lesson I learned.I grappled to people like flies to manure;Every love in my way was untrue and unpure.I tended the fire, but then I got burned;Every story of mine is a badge that I earned.I am who I am fromContinue reading “Burning Crossroads”
Blindly peeking through panesof houses aligned;in search of your losses and founds you might find.They have what is theirs and what’s yours is your own;not so great and not grand,still a place to call home. The meaning you seekis the value within;untucked behind curtains and walls paper thin.The gold in their groutand the rich inContinue reading “Window Pain”
May all of this make no sense to me; may it teach, may it show what’s to see. I will learn, I will grow, I will be the one that will be the new me. It can come, It might stay, It may go. It will be a new lesson to know.
He silently whispers that he has to escape; Summoning the guardians above — words of hope; Begs for the clutter to vanish, to finally feel enraptured by life. Clarity distinctively appears out of reach; He grasps onto the olive branch as it abruptly disintegrates; Attempting to cling to any sign of his existence; Praying toContinue reading “Guardian Angels”
Does not turn the page in a heartbeat; Does not treat you like you do not count; Does not trick you into doing things; Does not twist your world upside down. Does not trip you on your way; Does not tear at your goals; Does not tamper with your feelings; Does not torment your soul.Continue reading “Love…”
Her beauty captivates the room like the blooms in an ethereal garden. The intricate sway in her stance invites petals and stems to a dance. The pastel shades embrace her cheeks, the pearls and the lace glorify her body and face, as she lightly caresses the floor underneath her delicate feet. Angelic she seems, asContinue reading “Blooming Pearls”
My story is not to be heard. It cannot be a phrase made of words. The stuff I have seen can’t be viewed on a screen; cause the image would just be a blur. My life was not printed on scroll. I was unfairly placed in this role. The crowd they applaud, and the curtainContinue reading “Curtain Call”
butterfly, pause this chaos for me; be the smell of the rose in the weeds. your intricate flight, and its precious delight, flutter the petals in me. butterfly, take every worry away; be the brightness I need every day. your delicate shades, and their loving embrace, fill my heart that lays well-tucked away. butterfly, findContinue reading “Bring Brightness”
Little legs leaping mountain peaks; barefoot through the treacherous burs and the thorns. Sheltering hurt deeply in the core of her stubborn shell; though falsely displaying a stunning assembly of well-striken armour adorned. The tested strength, in her feet, left her beat with defeat; as her best was quite shy to be good. But, mysteriousContinue reading “Little Legs”
Blame not yourself for another’s destruction when you reclaimed yourself from being destroyed. Their response to having reached your limit belongs to them. Be true to your you when accepting or refusing situations not meant to intrude your life. Stand for your beliefs, have your morals and values announced, heard, and respected. Select who comesContinue reading “You Come First!”
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”
Battalion below and armour adorned, the warrior tosses her shield. Her sword becomes drawn, as she storms down the hill, to save those that she loves in the field. The buried white flag is kept safe in the ground, as she pats down the earth all around. Underneath her sharp nails, on the curves ofContinue reading “Warrior”
Eclipsed by the full-grown trees, highlighted by the sunset shades in the sky, stood the start of her past. Layered bricks that formed her character; the creator of the creature that carries the baggage. The swing still shrieks in the shadows, as the weeping willow dances in the neighbouring meadow. Her footsteps creep to theContinue reading “Winding Road”
Valiantly accepting the unexpected transformed her barricaded veins into bracing vines; permitting the scattered seeds in her heart to flourish and the roots from her soles to extend. The extension of her growth solidified her purposeful existence in this overcrowded seemingly oppressive garden.
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”