Happy Girl

I am undergoing the process… of stripping away the things that were never me and discarding the beliefs that were never truly mine. For a long while I asked everyone I met and everything I found, “How can I be happy?” After all the removals and discarding, I was left with the solid foundation. A…

1,000 Days of Missing You Deeply

In my hands a box of thyme I gift to you, wondering what with it will all you do. Will you open its lid and let the pieces scatter in the wind, the saddest of all sins? Or will you with generous hand flavor it in every dish, and in your sentiment, fulfill my sweetest…

Do You Know What it Means? | World of Dreams

I dream of me almost sleeping, by your side while you speak, you call to the beautiful girls all around you, rubbing my legs, my feet– speaking in a voice that was not your own, while I look out into the distance of a vast world ~Sammicakes

Words of the Beloved

What a gift she was, what a gift she held, what a gift she loved. There would be no satisfaction in death for either of them, she thought, if they did not complete what they were tasked to do.

a remembered dream

how strange a thought it is now to think it was once lost this loving reality-to-be that guides my every step once forgotten by me how horrible life would be (would be and was) to live (just barely) with forgotten dreams ~Sammicakes

destiny, calling, and the future you now hold

The one I want would want me to love myself. And I cannot love myself if I feel I am not living honestly. I cannot love myself if I let what I once thought of myself drain me of life and love. There are no limits to my dreams, and love is simply an umbrella…

Mercy

I’m going to pick them all apart to shreds, to atoms, in my heart, they will always fail in my head they will never enter and in my hand they will forever fall Hold my flowers on your sturdy branches or leave me as a seed to die My love is buried in the roots…

Call to Action, Call to Attention, Call for Affection

The toxins rose above onto the surface of my skin with nowhere to go, my turmoil, my dread, my negativity, my sadness, all from within. And now they mark my face, my body, exposed and evident for all to see. What other choice do I have but to address and repair them to be the…

Legacy of Briar Rose | poem

A thousand spindles A hundred wheels A dozen or so webs An entire century of slow hearts Tell me how does it feel… to be so beautiful and significant that you send your whole word into mournful sleep? Is your soul really so pure, so divine? Is it attainable– could your legacy be attained by…

buried in yourself

Did I ever love at all, if I held onto so much hatred of myself? I thought about it too long; now I don’t want to go. I need to trust my initial instincts. I always end up feeling like I’m not worth it. I always feel like I should make the conscious choice to…