All of these parts
I have inside
Some exposed
Others I hide

But all, it seems, are quite distressed
A wash of death,
A hectic mess

Haphazardly strewn, they are, at best
inside a body
without rest

a mind of swirls
clouds of mope
devils, danger,
fear, cut-throat

Amidst it all, a smile facade
no brick, no stone
but merely straw

loveless it seems,
weak at best
desperate to die,
a waking crest

simile. metaphor.
what all may be
a treasure trove


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“Lost at Sea”


Lost at sea
I would love to be
no bills to pay
no phone to ring
no worries for me
let the waves lull me to sleep
the warm sun tan my naked skin
adorn me only with the salt of the sea
around me nothing but the calm,
delicate breeze,
and the birds of the air—
fish below, to and fro,
all creatures existing in perfect harmony;
all would be as it should be
I’ve been on this land far too long;
it’s withered my spirit;
I need renewal
I’m setting off now
Don’t expect me back

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After much wandering,

I stopped briefly and looked up.

I realized I had not done that in quite some time.

The “looking up.”

Instead- I wandered aimlessly, always searching,


the search was

fruitless. void. insignificant,

and at times, damaging.

I digress.

In that moment, above it all-

I caught sight of the most beautiful vision

Midflight- a creature spread its wide, strong wings

Beak high in the air, soaring above, below and between

All the while-

Wandering with intention, with fierce and bold courage

“This is me world”- she mused. “Look at my bad ass wings.

I soar high as shit. You can’t touch this.”

I’m never gonna wander without purpose.

Never gonna not stop to look up and look around and see all the beauty that surrounds me,

I’m never not gonna be like this bird. I’m a badass too, and I’m gonna soar bitches.

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And when I am alone

I dream of who I want to be

Who I want to make this journey for me

The love I hope to give and receive

All the beauty in this world

Too much for one soul to believe

I long to spend every moment

Getting lost in it

Never forget that you are perfect

to me.

Leaves will start sprouting forth their

New golden colors,

and like kings and queens,

they will shimmer so bright

I will adorn my head with

A crown made of the last flowers

Some dull, some bright,

Those that have held tight to the earth

I will praise them for their fortitude and

Honor their loveliness

My arms, like wings, will dance

and sway in the cooling breeze of autumn—

and I will forever find joy once lost

high up on those mountaintops.

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When the lights burn out

She removes the mask

Prepares her soul for the daunting task

And with her lips, a crimson pout

She begins to move above and about

She draws circles around and around

Up and in and right and down

Seething, sneering, as if in haste

“This life, she shrieks,

Has been a waste!

If not love,

Then why exist?

My heart, these aches, they dare persist

Crumbling inside me

Perpetually toiling

Sending me reeling, cascading and boiling

I plunder, I haunt, I vomit my blood

It’s my life, it hurts, it’s pain, it’s love

Dizzy, so dizzy now.

I feel I’ll spin

Right out of this world

Like the worst of sin

For loving you makes my heart go weak

Too much inside I dare not speak!”

So close up that forest and let her rest

Her heart is shattered beneath her breast

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“nature’s muse”


and when she laughed
she always a cried a little too
tears slid slowly down
the cheeks of her innocent face
her bags, again, were packed
though there was nowhere she could go
loneliness still sent her reeling
and the stars above all watched her
as she ran so far away
the bags left behind upon
the doorstep
“where did she leave to?”
they all would say
every day they would look out upon the wooded lake
watch to see a glimpse of her
she would never be there again
her heart led her home
nature rooted so deeply within her spirit
she was never meant to be here long
her time was up