~Inspired~

The wind is blowing, like an angry god huffing his resentment. The flame by which I write is flickering in a subtle draft, I linger over my memories as I explore my craft. Words flow freely in the gentle light, capturing them before they escape in the billowing dark. The ideas I inscribe until IContinue reading “~Inspired~”

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~submissive words~

(humbled) every time You enter my Awareness, you jump in head first. unexpectedly. Brazenly. into My personal mind you Dive. and you know What… oh my…you Know what that Does to me, right? tears Slip down my Face and i can’t breathe…unless i Gasp. you Say words in tweets, never Long. words. i need novelContinue reading “~submissive words~”

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~Scattered Words~

I read through all the words scattered at my feet, then looked up at you. What? Do you expect me to do with all those things, scattered as they are. Vowels lay on their sides, ands ifs and buts fought for a space among the verbs. Question marks and exclamation points stabbed at the dirtContinue reading “~Scattered Words~”

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~ThIs oNe DrOpPed oUt Of ThE sKy~

This one dropped out of the sky to land at your feet, splashing a puddle in your heart. These poems fall out of the aether, down through my soul and out my fingertips. Energy you say… Is that what it is? That I leap off and fall into it without a safety net. Not evenContinue reading “~ThIs oNe DrOpPed oUt Of ThE sKy~”

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~This Poem Means Everything and Nothing~

That’s the beauty of it, isn’t it? This doesn’t have to be anything more than what it is right in this moment. Later moments will reveal themselves to be clinging to nothing at all. That’s the beauty of it, isn’t it? All matter thought and thing made of nothing more than a single shifting now.Continue reading “~This Poem Means Everything and Nothing~”

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~This Poem Is Your Fault~

I held one hand over my chest to keep my heart from falling out, and reached the other palm to you in supplication or friendship, Is There a Difference? This poem is your fault, that it lies on the edge of a round path, slipping through my fingers and down my Life_____Line. I held oneContinue reading “~This Poem Is Your Fault~”

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