wildThere is no map
The only compass I have
is sewn to my back,
and it only points away.
You are a wilderness
that could kill me.
But I have explored more
dangerous places than you,
The constellations you bear
are foreign to me,
but know somewhere
we share the same sky.
I'll meet you there.
Of Songs, Dreams, And HeartbeatsSleep well, like shadows at midnight
allow deep sighs to
foreshadow elucidated images
of life-times prior to the threads
of red that weave seraphic fires
between our hearts.
Now, our eyes engage often, but
a moment once existed,
one such as two sides of the
same ocean colliding,
igniting converged gazes,
raging into cosmic combustion.
Sleep well, like my favorite song
fading into silence... Sorrow
was never promised an extended
stay. We will mingle in rhythm
curves blending into one body -
like rivers flowing
laced with ecstasy,
heartbeats will reach heartbeat
playing our tune while we dream.
Recipe for rebirthStrip away the inessential,
Remold the childlike wonder.
Distill the essence of your self,
Banish the envy and the anger.
Refill the coffers of your kindness,
Hand off grudges you've held too long.
Peel back layers you've hidden under,
Laugh heartily that you've been so wrong.
Remember all your lost kingdoms
Left behind at edge of Childhood.
Bathe in moonlight on windswept nights,
Lose yourself in the wild wood.
When you sense your phoenix rising,
Cast back your eyes, once more (at most),
Softly gaze on your old scarred soul--
Forgive yourself first and foremost.
The Dragon and the Dying StarsOnce upon a time, in a world far distant, the night sky grew dark. Slowly, at first, the stars grew dim. The king’s philosophers at first thought that this was nothing more than the action of passing aeons, and that more would burn anew. But ere long their numbers dwindled, and the naked eye saw plainly what no telescope could: the stars were consumed.
Troubled, the king sent out his greatest knight upon a steed of chrome. Agravane was that knight’s name, and in his hand he bore a sword born of a dying star. Never would that blade break, and never would its edge grow dull. For many weeks Agravane rode through the void, and for as many weeks the king watched through the seeing-stone that stood before his throne.
At last, Agravane found his foe, and the king at last saw who it was who plucked the stars from the aether like grapes from the vine.
It was a dragon, vast as his kingdom and black as the void.
-there is a tall, willowy girl who works
in the art supply store close to my university. she has freckles,
or at least, i think she does. i cannot say for sure. i didn't look at her long enough.
my measly excuse? i hate eye contact. (which is true)
i am (i feel) a ball of angst on the inside and
even worse (?) a mess of emotionless, frustrated emotion on the outside,
wanting release and wanting free streets and a megaphone to shout into,
always wandering slowly behind the
silent, like a dying dark sky or a resentful omega.
we connect for less than two minutes and
everything sort of changes in those ticking seconds;
i didn't ask (didn't care to, in the beginning (but...), (but) do i ever care to be
friendly or greet a stranger in public
know we will not stray across each others
paths more than once? if i
do not wring my needs from
their breathing hands,
i find no reason to introduce myself and
set up conversation because i... do. not. care[, is that it, then? is that wh
there's something so raw about winter morningswhen the cold air reaches your exposed skin
i wake up with the dawn to unfinished dreams.
(don't leave me here without your warmth)
i'm finding more fascination with the words i don't understand.
lexicon in languages long lost to ashes
speaks to me.
i want a word for
the way nightfall after a day of thunderstorms is
and nothing but soft, deep, dark.
do you dream about it too?
gradients in scarlet and rose, in blue shimmering on silver
the sky was a painting, back then.
(don't forget that colors exist behind that realm of clouds)
do you realize that i still think about you?
it returns without warning like
a book disappears under the new covers on the shelf
and some day it surfaces again, forgotten
how its pages feel but no one ever forgets
how to dust it off and murmur,
oh, i used to love this one.
they're looking forward to summer already,
turned away from sunlight and wind,
shelter in the cold.
all we want is to feel home.
i miss what i never had.
What Lies BeneathThe patter of small feet rang through the sunlit alley as Morane ran towards the edge of the village. The sun had just begun to rise and she knew people where now heading out to the fields while she was nearing the forest.
Morane knew she was still too little to have to help her parents and siblings. They left her with her old Grandmother while they worked, but Gran always fell asleep again as soon as Morane’s parents left.
The little girl with the honey locks always waited a few minutes before she slipped out of the house.
But she went whenever she could, for Morane had a great secret.
A small, blonde imp skipped happily through the forest, feeling the soft summer grass underneath her bare feet. The trees looked grand and old, the bright sun sparkling through the foliage. It was light and airy and inviting.
Morane knew the woods had a different face too. They could be terribly frightening, dark and foreboding and full of rustling shadows. Her older brother had taken her t
Expecto PatronumThe bright light of day may give you a fright
If you have been living in the black, empty night
Now out of the dark and into the light
And shoved headfirst into the fight
It's going to be hard, scary, and rough
You're going to think that you've had enough
Every day is a struggle, every day is a grind
But if you push through you just might find
That though this life is fraught with pain
You give and you give but don't see the gain
The gain had been staring you in the face
And the worth is weaved in the fabric of days
Every small smile and every kind word
Every friend, every laugh, that's your reward
Every memory you cherish can become a blade
A tool, a weapon to come to your aid
When the dark closes in and prepares to bite
Conjure those weapons, they are your might
Love is your armor, your bright, blinding light
You no longer belong to the black, empty night.
1. artemis ascendsshe strings her bones tightly when the wild hunt comes,
constellations of wolfteeth staccato against her skin.
midnight beckons until she can be still no longer; she runs,
leaps skywards, misty feet skimming smoke and threads of
stormcloud, arrow-arcing up and up until the horizon breaks
beneath her with a clap of thunder and above the aurora is
blooming. celestial goddess-not-girl perched on the rim of
heaven, the music of the spheres calls the planets to
orbit and she waxes timeless amid stars and satellites,
dancing a saturnalia with venus, whirling to the immortal
moonspun madness of the universe and tonight
all the world below breathes alive to her song.
Twinfessions Collection #1I am a twin. Identical, even. So I thought I should have a little fun with it. I've been making these Twinfessions on my twitter account, but decided to collect them here for you all to enjoy. Let's see how long I can keep these going.
Twinfession #1: Sometimes when I don't want to talk to someone, I tell them I have a twin. It's not technically lying.
Twinfession #2: Sometimes I wake up at 3am and punch myself in the face, just to keep my brother in Atlanta on his toes.
Twinfession #3: In 4th grade my brother and I switched places and never switched back. No one has noticed.
Twinfession #4: Since we have the same genes, my kids refer to their uncle as "Daddy 2". His can call me "Cool dad."
Twinfession #5: I don't know. What's it like NOT being a twin?
Twinfession #6: Once my brother was sick for Halloween . I just went up to every door twice and told them I was him.
Twinfession #7: My older brother is like a canary in a mine; if he ever gets a random pain,