Don't you?

Suppressed rage,
Discomfort building, rising .
Searching for release, although it remains at her fingertips.

The beast screams to be let out of the cage,
Starts to release unpleasant sounds,
But then pulled back by the reigns of her patience.

She inhales,
It becomes difficult.
Visibly difficult.

Her patience has given her grace over the years,
Has made her whole aura seem bright and welcoming,
Yet there is a small, growing darkness that seeks to overtake it.

She struggles to maintain her grasp,
Her knuckles white from gripping onto her sanity and eloquence.
Tears being choked back,
The muscle in her chest that gives her life, aching.

If you look through her piercing eyes you can see straight to her soul.
It longs to be understood and expressed in all of its truth.

Look past the smile,
Deep inside, the pain of a young child is begging to be acknowledged... validated.

But you just enjoy her pain.
Don't you?

Even if...

Let me travel the world,
Even if only through your eyes 🕉

My Wish For You

I wish that your eyes could see the beauty of the sun caressing the Western mountains.
The way she gracefully glides her fingertips over their rough edges and through their smooth crevices.
Shadows created to tease the eyes of those daring to stare.

I wish that you could feel my breath as I exhale a sigh of pleasure from watching the sun rise,
Creeping over the mountain tops, and slowly undressing the valley as she wakes.

I wish that you could see my grin when I look up at the stars, on a clear desert night.
Nowhere near perfect, a crooked smile,
And only one dimple.
But the imperfection that rests in my expression is worth the mind's pleasure.

And lastly,
          I wish that you could see through my eyes, feel through my soul...
Only then, could you ever truly know the feeling of euphoria the small things gift me.

TBC

Entertaining...
Humans, in the physical realm.
The excitement about repetitiveness.

But why?
Each time something repeats in the physical realm,
Is one more moment that is taken...
Ripped away from the depths of one's soul.
At least in this physical lifetime.

Feeling empty, anxious and exhausted.
Almost instantly when the clock stuck twelve.

But why?

To be continued...

Empty Thoughts

Empty thoughts
Haunting me
Echoing in a long dark hallway that is my mind.
Can't quite pinpoint,
Silence.

Slowly
A dull beating
Growing louder
Like footsteps coming closer
Then silenced once again.

Caged,
But exploratory.
I wait,
My mind searches,
And I beg  it to give me wings.

For a moment,
I know the way,
But will I take the path that leads me there?

For survival I must.

Wasted

Get me twisted
Waste my time
On cheap memories
And cheaper wine.

Whiskey Lips

Memories soaked with your whiskey kiss,
Stained lipstick,
Whiskey bliss.

Engaged in your dance of hit or miss,
Let's explore this...
Whiskey bliss

Again let's dance, let's laugh, and trip
Drunken city nights
A whiskey kiss

Your whiskey lips