beautiful sadness drops
wrinkled pages in dirt
breathlessly clawing at thin air
deeply suffocating
winds breaking limbs
storms ripping skin
you loosed your cruelty 
ever leaving scars
this heart…cold

dreams don’t come true

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Q&A

Do I cross a line 
Perhaps…
Do I push up against the walls
Yes…
do rules bend at my will; with my desire
No…
Yes..
Sometimes…
Have I lived
I thought I had at one time! I was too young to recognize the power of my sex…
And now
And now what…
Are you living
Oh darling,  I’m just starting…to awaken

unleash me there…

do not tie me to a line
that only leaves 
two directions to travel
either then
I must drift closer
Or walk away
and I rather not 
remain a limited
or unoptional thing
So do not tie me to a line
one that is immovable
one that cannot be crossed
don’t edge me
or box me in
for I unravel
 more myself each day
a sentient being
celestial
unexplainable 
my shape
moves as smoke 
slow
Swirling 
spreading 
I am open 
like that
of the vastness
of space
deeply 
afar
yet visible
nothing to wish upon
or admire
but something
of familiarity
a light uncontainable
so do not tie me
to just one line
I am worth all the words
and more than 
you have formed
unknowingly
or knowingly
in your mind
there inside 
untie me
unleash me
in there

by mourning…

There’s only 
one other 
that knows
she tells her 
nearly everything
And she couldn’t 
not tell her of you

(by this loss, by mourning)

She knows 
saw her pain
Her ache
agony
but She wiped it away
because if She feels for you

Thinks about you

relives those few
precious moments?

…She can’t breathe
and her heart…

let’s not talk
about the state
of it…

(Decimated,Devastated,Destroyed)