I am possessed. Hauntingly, Beautifully Possessed...
Call me an angel So I may pray for acid rain. I’ll pray for oceans To run with blood, Or the sun to turn to ash. I dare say it doesn’t matter how, Just let the great scythe come. Let it sweep through our wasteland And leave us with nothing but The embers of an old… Continue reading Call me an angel
Home was a meadow. It was running away, grass between my toes...
They hung around her like flies Too young Too alone They whispered
I can describe a rose in 12 petals
I feel more at home among the trees, As though my body yearns for grass against my skin And leaves around my soul. Like a weed pretending to be human- Growing in the wrong place- Prickly, green and funny shaped And looking for something to uproot me. So I'll keep pressing flowers between these pages,… Continue reading A weed pretending to be human
We're just two lovers sitting in the park, Waiting for the end of the world. We do not rush- No, instead we linger, In earthy stillness, Just to see if love never truly ends. We watch the grass dance with bumble bees, And the wind play with shadows; All is quiet, until I lean over… Continue reading Just two lovers sitting in the park.
A spider lives on the moon. She spins a web between the stars, Weaving lines of silk against a dark, summer sky, Like spirals of beautiful things cast around the world, To catch the lost souls left wandering through the night. A spider lives on the moon, And I think she's lonely; Lonely up there… Continue reading A spider lives on the moon
Light filters in, Like soft thorns on her skin. She slips it through her fingers, Imagining it a ribbon Winding round her hand So she can bring down the sky and it's stars. She listens to the wind And imagines feathers on her back, To fly up with the ravens And greet the moon as… Continue reading The girl in the tower
My world is made of paper, A drop of ink for a soul, An ocean lies within my heart; Waves of words to make me whole.