In an airstream of breath, I rise.
Celebrating, moments that echoes with light.
Celebrating, birds who whisper daintily,
as dogs that romp with voice.

In an airstream of natures breeze, I rise
Dancing, in knowing I am divine.
Dancing, with puffy graceful clouds
as flowery smells open heart.

In an airstream present, I am free.
Free, to drift in grace anointing all.
Free, to remember  who I am
as all my precious dreams align.

Dreams that root,
in garden of an airstream breath.



StarBG © 2017

We haven’t talked the same in weeks.
I miss waking up in your arms and
Falling asleep after an early morning
Waking up when the sun went down
And the moon came up. I miss the feeling
I got when I saw you and you pressed your
Hungry lips to mine and I could feel the
Desperation and how much you missed
My touch in that time that we were apart.
I miss the way you called me drunk and
Hugged me tight with every goodbye, the
Way you pressed me against the wall and
Kissed me when they left the stairwell.
That rush of adrenaline when we had a moment
Alone and those smiling eyes when we got caught.
****, I miss you. I miss falling asleep with a smile
On my face and your kiss on my forehead. I miss
The way I first fell in love on that balcony at
That nearly vacant club, the first time you kissed me
How my heart stopped and my breath caught when
You leaned towards me. I miss the way you smiled
Against my lips when I laughed at myself. I
Miss the way your hands explored me softly
But hungry all at once. I miss the giddy
Feeling I got when you first asked me to
Spend the night, the way I curled up next to
You with my head on your chest with the feeling
Of your heartbeat lulling me to sleep. They tell
Me to move on but they don’t understand. They
Don’t know how hard it is to ignore all these
Things I miss and simply move on.

- I miss you

Emotion carves itself
from the tip of my knife,
dripping with blood.
Darkness emerges,
lying awake,
screaming into a pillow
pressed over my face.
Smothering myself.
I will dream
to play the game of deception,
pretending I am no longer alive.
Broken, shifting ice creeps
beneath my skin
when you whisper to me
in your violent ways.
I hear your voice,
hurting me,
compelling me,
telling me.
So,
tell me why.
Smother my bones,
drain my life,
drink my mind
and tell my why life
doesn't work anymore.
I'll scream
with a bleeding throat
when you tell me why.
I'll scream
with ******
when you tell me why.
I'll scream for days
but I'll finally know why.
Smother my soul
and tell me why
as you feel my breath falter
and the spirit
leave my body.

I walked into the woods and there you were again.
Amidst the brush
Staring at me with those all too familiar yellow eyes.
In the crisp winter air, your breath was white,
Contrasting the shade of your face.
The chill in my spine sent shockwaves through my heart
Infuriating its ventricles.
I glanced down at the war in my chest
And suddenly your breath heaved against my neck.
This time I did not cower.
Looking you in the eye,
Breast touching breast,
Words welled up in my throat
And exploded as spit upon your face.

Then I set my feet on the path,
          Finding my way to the meadow where she lay.

the night
reinvigorates me

evening breath billows past my skirts
soft kisses on my ankles
pinpoints of
indigo-mauve-azure
behind whispering leaves
glass buttoned sleeves brush (clink)
against chain link fences

fast light cars

— bathe me in headlights | (not spotlights)

In a garden of an airstream of breath, I rise.
Celebrating the moment that echoes with light.
Celebrating the birds who whisper daintily,
and the dogs that romp with voice.

In a garden of an airstream of natures breeze, I rise
Dancing in knowing I am divine.
Dancing with puffy graceful clouds
and flowery smells that open heart.

In a garden of an airstream present, I am free.
Free to drift in dreams.
Free to remember all my gifts,
and all my precious dreams.

Dreams that take root in the garden of an airstream breath.
StarBG © 2017

It all starts today. I'm now 27.
It's my new beginning, my new year.

The person who hurt me the most doesn't know the 27 year old me.
The person who ***** me doesn't know this version of me either.

It's like I've been cleansed. I can start again.
Better things are ahead.
I feel it in my bones.
I'm stronger than ever and
I have a new person in my life.

Life at 27 will be mine, and only mine.
I'm washing away the sadness from the past,
taking a deep breath and feel new life inside me.
I can't wait to explore the new me.