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up and onwards

Since my memories first began to formI have felt a breadth of intricate feelingsLacking the depth of experienceInforming my progression of personhoodA self-fulfilling prophecy of becomingAnd nowOlder, sureWiser, maybeSensibilities still full of grandeurNow littered with a life livedA vast expanse left ahead still to be traversedI try, desperately, failinglyTo claw back the ignorancePush away theContinue reading “up and onwards”

Sunny Sunny Days

This is how the day goes, soft and shadowy, bright snd electric. At odds yet all together. I sit in the sun and reflect on my memories, analyzing thoughts as a task. Stopping to smell the breeze, florals fill my consciousness, eyes closed, sun on my skin. I feel it all. No really, I feelContinue reading “Sunny Sunny Days”

Bubble Bath

Strike me nowwhile I delight in this languid warmthcalming aromatics soothe through every poremy heart-beat in synch with a bluesy deep bass Float up from beneath mebreaking through soft bubbleswater just below boiling, caressing my skinstark cold porcelain edges – my only respite from the heat Let it flowlike this puckered up punch to myContinue reading “Bubble Bath”

Spring, Slowly

My mind is always racing, bouncing from one ponderance to another. I roam the expanses of my consciousness, searching, asking, hoping, wanting. All the while arriving nowhere? Everywhere, all at once? The rhythmic hum of rain, drumming softly on my window pane, the only interruption in my reverie. Wistful wondering, lazy afternoons, stuck in aContinue reading “Spring, Slowly”

Spring Fever

“What do you think of when you close your eyes?” A whispered question, awaiting a response, heart heavy in my chest, a flutter nonetheless. His breathing matches mine. Lips parting gently, “beauty, peace, the sun, the stars, and mostly you.” I can’t help but feel the warmth spilling out of him, spilling out of me.Continue reading “Spring Fever”

Soft Spring

Grey uninspired daysTesting the limitsof my patienceSoft whispers of rainkeep me groundedWatching her wakereturn to lifeI too am filledDesire for lifeslips across my skinSpring comes alivefinding me waitingimpatient unfocusedhope in my heart

love letter to earth

Leaves rustling in the breezeNature’s wind chimesClose your eyesLet the magic of earth transport youSounds heard across centuriesA beautiful shared symphony

August

August fades fastFast as she cameTender moments bathed in amber glowand still I standHolding steadyBasking in her warm gloryOne more dayor twoor fiveLucky there are AugustsAfter all

Tsunami Season

She is unforgiving She is hungry She rises up with the clouds Preparing to crash back down Clawing everything back with her inky tendrils Angry, she thrashes Before her descent into madness You can’t outrun this vicious fate If you lie in her way All are the same in her clutches Just as she came she flees back out Rage appeased from her feedRetreatingContinue reading “Tsunami Season”

september

There’s a certain hope that comes in autumn , the wild wicked summer air dissipates and makes way for something calmer, something cosier. Not necessarily safe, but comforting. I ease in to the cool crisp air and sigh as I watch the leaves around me start to tinge with muted orange, playful yellows and boldContinue reading “september”