In the margins of my notebook are peonies and poodles: I write with a pink or a purple pen. I think better in poems and songs than paragraphs. I write faster with voice recordings. I understand more through action than I do through words. I understand more the language of greased hands than I doContinue reading “Pink Pens”
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Morning Melancholy
Friends are fickle and Families start feuds. Crushes will crush you and men will harm you.Consoling words I told myself to soothe the tears and intrusive thoughts away. I’ve stood by people who watched me drown. And drowned before those people who now standby I’m more cautious now of my heart…. With all its openContinue reading “Morning Melancholy”
The Unsilent
The Silent House is never silent.The wind rustles blindsThe fan humsWhile in the chapel moths flap their flurried wings.The blood sounds rushing in your veins. The stairs creak and always something cracks or bends in the pipes. The papers swishHer hair brushesThe swallowing of air as it is intakenBut in the silent unsilent houseIn theContinue reading “The Unsilent”
The Silent Singer 