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...
This Text Is Black

This Text Is Black

This text is black. “Like my soul,” says my generation, stringing up skeletons and spiderwebs and painting their walls and wardrobes to match. I watch the murky words fade into dull ears, and the reality of evil creates a cloudy ache in my chest. Colors are not tools...
A Surge of Senses

A Surge of Senses

We strung up lights and put stars in the sky, and she held me as we danced over rain-kissed earth. I listened as the voices that calmed me most sang our favorite lines in breathless whispers. We ran into wet grass with fingers intertwined, and the sky’s contented...
Armistice

Armistice

I know the war that keeps you wary, and the burden that you carry, and the weight that seems to tarry as you search for something more. This road was never in your goal, but if to harness some control, and reach a silence in your soul, perhaps you’ll wait to close the...
Handcrafted Worlds

Handcrafted Worlds

i. In another universe, the sky is always the softest blue, but it rains more often than it does here. The storms are loud and claim to know all about me. My thoughts are as tangled as my hair, and I draw butterflies and flowers all over my arms. I forget half the...
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