The Seeds of Forget-Me-Nots

The Seeds of Forget-Me-Nots

“Home,” Asher’s escort said, handing him a set of keys. He splayed the keys out in his palm. Which one?   But his escort had already returned to the car and started the engine.   Asher tested several keys in the lock before one turned. The door creaked as he...
Lost Thoughts

Lost Thoughts

Where does a thought go once it’s been forgotten? If I found the hidden world for lost thoughts, would I befriend them? Would I stay? I would like to ask them if they remember choosing the color of the walls, or if they realize that the paint is fading with memory,...
Sun-Reflector

Sun-Reflector

Artist, noun: A soul that doesn’t believe it’s made of stardust, and so it searches for a home in every crease of a fingerprint, smudged between strokes of brush buildings and canvas walls. A soul that wields light and dark as if their veins run with paint; also known...
Silent Aches

Silent Aches

I have always been able to describe the ache— the ache in my shoulders from sitting too long, the ache in my eyes from crying too much, the ache in my heart from missing you, the ache in my hands from holding the cry of my knotted heart. An ache to create, to reflect...
Hidden Words

Hidden Words

The best-hidden words are the most sought for: elusive phrases hiding under tongues and peering from eyes; retreating to throats and dancing through minds; creatures so passionate and yet so timid; unwilling to leave the safety of the heart and strong enough to burn...
Handprint Heart

Handprint Heart

There are handprints on my heartbeat,a few smudges on my veinsfrom all the people who have touchedmy life and left their stains.Some marks have taught me kindness,and some scars have taught me love.Some have shown me all the thingsI want to free my heart of.The...
Winter Song

Winter Song

To open a window in December is to hear the winter sing. The sky sends down its frosted bells to coat the cooling ground, and I watch in fern-green envy as it gently drifts to sleep. The world is a candied heartbeat, swelling with holiday spirit at the rise of every...
Moonlit Poetry

Moonlit Poetry

Why do you hide so often? Are you shy? You glow too brightly for that. You look lonely. You also look whole. How do you manage that? I want to understand you, but you keep a part of yourself hidden away. I want to know why you see yourself as so mysterious that you...

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