Featured Series: Bedsheets and Petals
Three-line poems that describe the conflicts between beauty, sadness, fear, and desire.
Featured Post: Dandelion Ballerina
I want wrists curved like butterfly wings; a jawline arched like the vein of a leaf; a ribcage like a harp. I will sway to music-box melodies beside the daisies: the dandelion ballerina…
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A collection of pieces that revolve around the nature and nurture creation of a human being, told from the perspectives of air, water, earth, and fire.
Featured Post: Holding Breath in a Room Full of Air
She was trying desperately to break the boundaries of her being and bind her blemishes in bandages...

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Archive of posts published in the tag: gentle

Waterways

Even when I bathe in rosewater and wear dewdrops like a string of pearls I will never be able to make myself clean enough or pretty enough to sleep in between my bedsheets. *** It’s ironic hat I was always made fun of…

Dreamworld

  I dream of a place where the sounds of waterfalls weave their way through nebula arches, where fish can dance in the sky among the fireworks, leaving trails of star-droplets for me to follow. *** I want to crawl on the scope…

Rainfalls and Forget-me-nots

The flowers wrapped around streetlamps are dying. I can’t help but hope another tragedy will come along so I don’t have to stop admiring them. *** What you’ll never understand about me is that I am made of water, and just when you think…

Fairest of Them All

ROSEMARY: A young, fairy-tale loving girl who was raised by a gentle and attentive mother (MARIANNE). She is initially bright and hopeful, but as she grows older and more beautiful, she becomes the object of her mother’s jealousy. Thus her relationship with MARIANNE…

Evanescence

I am tired. In the spaces between my heartbeats I find moments of silence anchored by shadows to the breath of every dawn, but this is before the daytime expels sunrise’s misty serenity and thrusts me into a place where people use my…

When I Was Real

Dear Human,   My eyes, once bright like shiny new pennies, aglow with the promise of laughter and playtime, have dulled in the wake of dust and forgotten memories binding my wavering faith like manacles, pinning me- helpless- to your shelf.   Unable…

Unwanted; Unloved

Flurries of snow globe whites, caught by the clementine blush of streetlamps (like spotlights) in their descent to the base of towns draped in starlights.   Vacant from your grace withering beneath weights of icy blues snow dances to the ground like unwanted…

Father, Not Husband

  I lie beside him in bed each night, deprived of sleep by his heavy, relentless snores. Every morning, I help him get out of bed with painstaking effort. I guide his slow, shuffling movements as he makes his way to the bathroom.…

I Am The Ocean

I am the ocean. I am calm and steady, though cool and distant towards those who pry into my life and swim in my waters without any knowledge of who I am. My personality in itself is a contradiction; I am of fierceness,…

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