Disconnected

Disconnected,
Distraught- in a world so glued together,
Forcefully.
Free spirit,
Dancing in the foreign tides of
Familiarity.
Forever daunting,
Demons in her delicate, formidable soul.
Fearing structure- while craving it
Dealing finely with her reach to the stars.

Disconnected.

Ana Delicacy

She was delicately sick, and they knew it- but all they did was whisper.

Rooftop Creations Part 1

Connecting with the Stars
Is something that
Will become of
Tonight
On a rooftop near me, as the sky screams with peace.
Depths of silence will encompass me,
Will whispers of light , shine down from the stars and moon.
Mother Earth holds me with a breeze.
And from there I will create.

Perfect Harmony

Crawling out of our skin,
Why do we allow individuals to hinder our happiness.
Everybody does it,
Except the Divine.
Choking on the smothering words of hate filled hearts,
once lust filled..
Once love filled.

Who is to say what happiness is... or where she lies.
Maybe she lies alone, one with nature,
I think then the world would be in perfect harmony.

Embraced

Whispers dance through my dizzy thoughts
Dilusionally content in the peace of it all,
But sometimes I wish I could live several stories...
To see how each would end.
Maybe we do
I mean, we dance, we sing, we have déjà vu
Mais je te pense beaucoup.
Could déjà vu be our life on repeat, just different sceneraios?
A beautifully wise girl once told me that love is scary, that I shouldn't be afraid to love
But let's be honest... Love is the the biggest risk any soul could take.


So as I meditate tonight,
The release of energy will be real and cleansing.
But memories shall not be cleansed. Memories should be cherished in the most beautiful of ways.
I live with no regrets.
My shadows , although dark, are comforting Since they've all graced light and serenity.

I embrace the love I have in my heart
For each soul I've loved.

Caged Cell

Rage caged in my soul
Must unleash the rage, must set her free.
She is a beautiful shadow, lurking in the dark.
Shaking the bars of her prison, she screams.
She begs the keyholder to let her free,
But a smirk is exchanged.
A cry echoes from another cell...
Bloody murder.
She giggles and sighs with relief.
Another one lost to the tide of demons.
Sliding down the concrete wall, with her bare back scraping at the walls imperfections.
She loves the pain.

She closes her eyes and rocks back and forth... Waiting to break free. She smiles in insanity.

...short and sweet

Drenched in a drought full of hope and thirst...
Let me suckle your nectar, let me drown myself in your sweetness

Could You?

Could you be in the breath of today?
Could that be you in the kiss of the sunshine?
Could you be in the breath of today,
If she inhaled sweet sin, and let out a moan?
Is that you, holding me in the warmth of the sun?