Masks

Masks

Each mask hides another, Veil on tearstained veil. Each tattered page of my heart, Inked and stamped and sealed In the shadows of my mind.   I wrote myself a fantasy, Bound my heart in steel. The bleeding aches I turned to scars, My dreams to sweat and tears. I formed...
Stopped. Started.

Stopped. Started.

By Shannon Caeley   Broken towers, ripped apart. Life is full of pain; nothing is right. All has been demolished.   How did it get this way? Tattered and torn, broken to bits. Was life always pain and suffering?   And yet a never-ending wave of what it has been...
Baby Feet

Baby Feet

By Catherine McBride   Baby’s feet are tender, tiny, pink, and sweet; Rosebud toes are curled tight, wrinkles soft and deep.   Baby’s feet are clumsy, and fumble as she tries. Hands and knees and triumph, then disappointed cries.   Baby’s feet are...
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,...
I Am Love

I Am Love

By Anne of Lothlorien   I’m yesterday born; I’m a thousand years aged I’m a song just composed and a hundred times played I’m as loud as thunder and as soft as a whisper I’m your best friend’s face and the smile of your sister I’m the truth plainly told, like a...
Crack in the Clouds

Crack in the Clouds

By Dakota   In a desolation that’s fraught with danger, Here I stand alone, a stranger. In this land not my home, I’m sent as a minister; Yet from the ground to the sky, nature is sinister.   Up in heaven, the clouds are cloaked in gray. Down on earth the...
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...
Resting Heartbeat

Resting Heartbeat

Mountains are where I’ll lay my head, And in the ocean’s trench I’ll rest my feet Till the stars above show me the path I’ve led.   The most I do is wonder at what’s said Among the ruins of some distant, lonely fleet. Mountains are where I’ll lay my head.   It’s no...
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