Blessing or curse?
Spoken or verse?
Two pieces of a broken mind,
Searching for the power to find
What she knows is inside her,
The capability-
But in the end it comes
Down to ability,
And she hasn't found it yet-
Her brain is full of detailed worlds,
But how to draw them out?
Some may call it writer's block
But she has writer's drought.

clouds chasing the horizon,
as they entrance me to follow,
moving forward into the infinite, azure heavens above.
i then tried reaching for God’s hand,
but the tide washed everything away.

Always missing
and I desire
to peel away everything
you have become
and consume it
piece by piece
have it run through my veins
and I will become
everything you once were

I hear your
voice, whispering
softly in the
night, telling
me you love me.
I feel the far off
safety and
warmth
of your arms around
me
I breathe
in your smell,
clean and fresh,
screaming of you.
But then I
wake and
realize
it was only a dream,
and I'm left
with nothing
but my
thoughts