Poetry

  • A Little More Than This

    I do not care to be seen. I do not wish to scramble, do not wish to fight my way to the top to be seen, to be loved a little more than this. Perhaps I should try harder to… Continue reading

  • How Lovely

    How lovely. The wind of peace. Here. Now. My how lovely. Continue reading

  • Wonderful, Wonderful

    They didn’t understand her, but they allowed her just to be. And that, she knew, was a wonderful, wonderful wonder. Continue reading

  • Sweet Eternity

    Oh, the heat that I see that I feel that I know. I will be the flame to my own fire. I will light the path of burning sweet eternity. Continue reading

  • Loneliness

    There is depth and beauty in loneliness. It is quiet. Peaceful. And though I’ve never known it, loneliness is the wave that has known me a lifetime, long. Its quiet waits for nothing, it just hangs in the air, aching,… Continue reading

  • Curious

    The concept of listening to music. Curious. Close your eyes. Where is the music? Are you listening? Or is the music in you? Continue reading

  • The Clouds

    Somewhere in the clouds is where you will find me. Am I broken, or am I just me? Floating, somewhere beyond the day. Floating, not quite flying away. As humanity goes, I am far from normal, and yet I’d not… Continue reading

  • An Open Heart

    You might think the glow of an open heart to be impossible outside the honeymoon phase of romantic love, but I assure you: it’s quite possible. And it is very, very lovely, my goodness. When I relax into the warmth… Continue reading

  • Fly Away

    Here I am, now. Me. And I fly and I fly and I fly away, now. Still me. Flying, flying away. They tell me not to fly away. They tell me not to fly away. Continue reading

  • In Every Lie

    There is a soft quiet truth in every lie. Continue reading