The girl who wished to be loved Her eyes brown and glint Showing the past, present and future Long curls like mother earths grass Each strand unrefined, yet brazen Long pull of her cigarette Exhaling yesteryears The future was an escape, lingering in dreams that only she can perceive. A time capsule broken Expired memories Fingers running along each corner of her page that was once touched That heart shaped face, damp... But a soul would have no rainbow if the eyes had no tea

"At it’s root, creativity is not about success and not about failure. It’s not about knowing why, or what, or even who. It’s a mystery, a spiritual place to live." ― Quoted from Clarissa Pinkola Estés, in her book: 'Women who Run with Wolves' she was born a hybrid rose, tender at the touch; yet her stem was mighty strong, with petals soft-hued, & blush. under starry skies, the veil was growing thin, waiting to be treasured, her glowing, virgin skin. leaves of silken blossom,

I know you seek my words, to see if I exist - and wonder where I am, in the world of sunken mists. but darling these roots have died, my...

horizons are changing, leaves, turning... I feel light as the crisp air. I feel a change within. keep going.

dreary days of absence still linger, head far from the nape of his wings. remembrance of his earth colored eyes and soul-light. my love...

The myths of her longing cradled in the pause of unspoken crave. silken desires ribboned in secrecy, aching to be touched by the warmth...

I have a powerful story that completely changed my life forever at the age of 16 years old. I am now realizing how difficult it is to...

She ponders below the August night-sky pregnant with stars, Face upon the riverbed, acknowledging her mirrored reflection. Bones built...

I lie here, listlessly on my rooftop, My brown hair sprawled against the prickled concrete. Chimney swifts flying overhead, The Sun...

This bare skin has no place to repent, Warm and enflamed, fire within, Sweet ambrosia blossom through this estate. The Gods take a sip,...

Amidst the depth into one's eyes, Entering all but none, The compass through our ocular speck.

Lavender silk, Red-stained lips, Serpent tongues, Entwined like sweet grass. The earth in his eyes, My lotus in full bloom. Euphoric...

To meet eyes with one, To meet eyes with many. Seedlings emerging. Roots birthing. No bridle in sight. The mesmeric fusion, Of two that...

Crestfallen whispers to the moon, Woven winds coiling into the nudge of my lonely breath, that was once synced with blue skies and...

Time felt like an eternity, Without the breadth of your presence The void I feel in my heartstrings Every waking day passing, Without...

She did her very best to immerse herself in all of life’s treasures. Out in the woods, deep in the ocean, or under the bright yellow sun...

They said I was broken from the moment I was born, Mommy and Daddy didn’t rock me until I was strong. Trials and tribulations,...

The earth, The stars, The song of the wind, The sight of the sea, Absorbing her within, She strapped up her boots, Embarked onto trek,...