Sunburn
A day had wrapped two frowns Around my shoulders Because the sun was indifferent So I stood on my hands And told a friend That sunburn Is a matter of perspective
Category: journal
The Sigh and The Storm
One,
Full of life
The other
An idea
A Word For Bad Weather
Silent things are not for conquering
Chewing Gum
Layers
Sea Salt
Sense is the seeing, believing, the touching, tasting, the being
Green Hips
The slopes that rise and fall With our breath between them Are a sihloutte of green hips On the horizon: Suspended across the skies In an effortless sprawl, They are wild thighs To the wondering mind As a pen is to paper The incarnation of daydreams.
In The End: Rough Hands/Tempered Hearts
A moment of self-awareness captured through an intentionally monochrome description of love.
Lights Out
Becoming every colour can leave us gray, when the lights go down
Hairdye Decay
Are these clothes the colour of my insides? Are yours?
The Spatuletail Lullabies
I have a vision of the shapes and words needed To say that I remember when we perched on secret ledges; The edges of a branch never broken but bonded By the pledges we made in the night time, To fly together. The sky saw us dance with stars and sing a salute, Farewell to […]
