Diana Walsh Pasulka
American Cosmic

I hate when people push me out of line, leaving me stranded in a gray area. Do they deserve my patience when they leave me in limbo? Here, nothing is whole or certain, only quiet in-betweens that feel endless. I hate the pauses that stretch too long, the weight of waiting, the ache of being suspended in the air.

Most of all, I hate being neglected.

If clarity comes, let it be sharp and unforgiving. If pain follows, so be it. If beauty turns to ruin, at least it was once beautiful. I will endure because I deserve the truth. I deserve more, I always have.

No soul paid witness,
To the burst of light,
At the beginning of time.

No soul saw the magic,
As it grew, forming the light,
Forming the dark.

No soul heard the heavenly spirits call,
From the risers of the stars,
Down to earth to raise the first dawn.

So all we have is faith,
A lone tie to what we failed to see.

I’m Princess Kayola
I have lived before
I look into the realm
and see what is to be foretold
God is my guide
for evermore

- Kay Lyn

Nothing is duller than the ache
For what was never Ours
A Phantom casts no Lover
Nor answers when implored

Cease the Calling Ghostly Whim!
The Wind will not return
A Flame once fed on Vacancy
Must teach itself to burn
Itself to Burn!