When the world finally ended
She learned to love
The peace of the silence
The emptiness above
The potential in everything
And the peace within
When the world ended
She was finally ready to begin
Tag: imagination
True Power
I find pieces
Among the ashes that were left
Too small to truly tell
But I knew it’s where I sat
Gathering stories
Making believe
That I could escape
That I would leave
I find pieces familiar, yet strange
For I have wandered far
And with time
I grew to love change
I learned that without those pieces
I’m still whole
Shedding them off had failed
To make me feel small
The earth gives me power
And I, like you, little flower
Have learned to push the concrete aside
Have learned that I no longer need to hide
And I came to know my true power
Alien Hopes
I was hoping for an alien invasion
Maybe then
The question of
“Where are you from? “
Could be easier answered
And I could say
“Earth”
And no one would follow with
“But where were you born”
I was hoping for an alien invasion
So I could no longer be called an alien
Such as my luck
No alien cared to make my hopes true
And I still look at you
Unable to speak
The language I grew up
Speaking
A Tree’s Memory
She remembered a sky glowing red
Noises in her head
Figures that screamed
Others that whispered
And some that bled
She remembered joyful wonder
Cries of surrender
Stars that wept
Nights when she slept
On a warm earth
Nothing else beneath
No sheets no shields
She remembered before she was this magnificent tree
She was a woman
Wondering what she’ll be
When this earth turns to dust
Self Love
Don’t forget to nurture your soul
…
You lost your pieces
Those that made you, you
And now you wander
Forgetting what you loved
To do
Lost and Found |Short Poem
Somehow
You forgot how to fly
You believed it was a childish lie
And you buried your wings apart from your heart
Foreign
I see you in the light and I wonder what you are
A creature that must have been created in a land much too far
I whisper as I pass you but my words are too foreign to hear
Or did you hear me but just wished for me to disappear?
Adam- Or So They Said
He asked for forgiveness
For crimes he’s yet to commit
For the falling angels, and the apple they ate
A Note She Wrote
Take them…those treasures I hide
Leave me with thoughts hidden deep inside
Visions
The creature crawled out of her book
And the painting stepped out of the frame