Writer, Artist, and Recovering 80s Hair Spray Addict
Words they spin and churn in my mind They wake me from my slumber Break of dawn I turn back over and close my eyes Wanting to squeeze a little more shut-eye out of the day The words take flight with wings and fly fly fly Around my head waiting for me to catch them and make them into something coherent They want to live They want completion Flying and wailing in my head They will not be silenced “Take us!” they scream “Make sense of us! Give us life…
Read MoreMy wild heart is Yearning, burning & churning. Locked, loaded. Ready. The struggle is near Its end I can see the light at The end of the tunnel Finally. Goodbye to all the Almosts I’ve had in this life I embrace the ones who want To be. Forward I march With my creative and wild heart Blazing the way The match is lit I’m a firecracker of desire Passion is my middle name Nothing can stop me now
Read MoreJanuary sun Swallowed by ominous clouds Not allowed to shine Bitter cold wind bites Stealing comfortable warmth Chilling to the bone Solitary life Never used to be this way Long winter alone
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