You are caressed by moonlight
and kissed by the sun.
You are made of nectar
and salty waves
and magical herbs
that grow as wild as your heart.
You are the Vessel of Life,
a goddess on earth.
You are a healer, a witch
and a gypsy queen,
in tune with the cycles
and quivers of the world.
You are made of milk and honey
and the crisp winds of autumn live in your hair.
Your spirit is rose petals
and burning embers,
sweet spring water
and nightshade berries.
Your body is in sync with the Moon
that rules the ebb and flow of the ocean.
Your eyes reflect the calm of a glassy lake
and the ferocity of a storm.
Your tears are the drops of dew
on blades of grass at dusk
and your laughter makes flowers bloom.
You are the product of billions of years
of colliding planets,
dying stars,
swirling galaxies
and perfect chaos.
You have the terrifying immensity
of the universe encompassed
in your beautiful body—
How can you sit here with a straight face
and tell me you feel empty?
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 11:30 PM UTC
butterflies caged by ribs,
a life begging to be lived
red heart beats in time
with the thoughts of my mind
but thoughts can fit through cracks
like the butterflies that are trapped
from mind to lips that part
but not passing through my heart
lips set the butterflies free
along with the feelings inside of me
yet I still feel lost
when I collide with my thoughts
my head is desensitized
perhaps my thoughts are the butterflies
their wings coated with beauty
but they can still come out rudely
although my thoughts are broke
when the words reach my throat
i long to fly too
like the butterflies that broke through
i won't hold my tongue anymore
butterflies free to explore
these thoughts begging to exist
a life begging to be lived
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 11:57 PM UTC
blue and black hands that are reaching for untouched skin
heavy lungs black with smoke breathe the air that's thin
you're seeking shelter in a home where you've never been
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 12:11 PM UTC
With bright eyes I gaze into the midnight sky,
consumed by cosmic thoughts and solidarity with lost cosmonauts.
Wandering yet not lost, vicariously relating
to explorers, and the skies they crossed
While the stars above and the ocean fall in love, I feel the sea breeze through my hair and listen to the hymn of the ocean prayer
The sun rises over the ocean and its yellow glaze hypnotizes. I find myself in a forest of towering trees singing the song of the bees.
As if through thin-air, sunbeams illuminate through the foliage that the trees wear. The warming sensation that frees sets me at ease.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 6:11 PM UTC
awestruck
eyes sparkle towards
the silver sky and I see glimpses of
you in the craters of la lune
each night
I sing for you
in hopes la lune can
hear my harmonious tune
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 1:48 AM UTC
night blur together
leather seats makeup stained
traces of you linger on my skin
black and indigo dazed
people wondering where i've been
smoking with a new chain
freedom forever
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 1:56 AM UTC
Oh, how she moves her legs as I swing this pen,
how she tip-toes across the floor as I jot down my thoughts,
how she whirls as I spin webs of words,
how she leaps and bounds as I turn the pages,
how she flies as I write countless sentences,
how she smiles and bows as my ink runs out.
Oh, how beautiful a dance of words can be.
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 12:11 PM UTC
We met on the pebbles of a southern British beach
as a night sky of stars unravelled.
Beneath silver moonlight and crimson harbour lights,
you enthused about your plans to travel.
Inspired by your spirit and dreams to roam far,
You captivated me from the start,
But hope washed away in a wave of disappointment,
As I imagined us two worlds apart.
Yet our paths intertwined like two chapters of a book,
and resumed our unfinished story.
Beyond the great horizon and vast stretches of sea,
we connected in virtual territory.
After seven months immersed in this online world,
Christmas carried you home,
And I longed for the day I would see you before me
to replace the small screen on my phone.
We met in verdant gardens of London's Green Park
as a British chill gripped us raw,
Heart-hammering. Words-failing. Mind-racing.
Speechless; my heart soared.
Yet your adorable smile warmed winter's chill,
and suddenly all worries melted away,
There was no tension or strain, but a breath-taking moment
knowing I'll forever cherish this day.
A Christmas of ice-skating and New Years in Dublin,
These moments we will always share.
When you venture back south for your second year of travel,
I will wish everyday that I am there.
All I ask as you jet beyond the equator,
is to keep me close at heart,
In four months time, our paths will meet again;
Distance shall not tear us apart.
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 5:37 PM UTC
Feel her sea costume
And she wraps herself with waves
Her mermaid tattoo
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 4:37 PM UTC