I fall like Oak leaves, sprouting bright again in spring. The winter is cold... Snow, though is water that lasts long to propel later growth.
Whole, you are, each time You see in self truth and source: Live revolution
Speaking perceptions; Mirror tells me what they say. See them, utter self.
Sometimes, it breathes in me, barely concealed disconnection from the body, expanding with my inhales, blatantly tempting other with each release word written wasted, every feeling hardly harnessed proof of both my hell and of humanity How must I explain the ineffable experience of my own unbridled power, the intrinsic order of human limitlessness? …and the opposite, … Continue reading freewrite: power struggle
" She stumbled thirty miles delirious Toward the last exit She’d passed, bitter, face contorted, drooping with sweat and back ache before recalling the map her mother shoved into her purse showing a rest a mile ahead of where she’d stopped. That's how presumption works... wasted time pretending to know.
sunburnt blisters on my surface, lying desolate in the tail winds of incessant regret as pustules of broken dreams fertilize these sprouts; wildflowers growing through holes in my consciousness, permeating my heart with this rage, chafing raw the sensual glow of flesh as it bleeds disdain to replace the longing for hindsights that manifest themselves … Continue reading I am a soul resisting light,…
Womban, she is A compilation Of change, static, resiliency and regret. Her love, like her life knows no bounds