#writerscreedig

I cried today, and I'll probably cry tomorrow

Without fear

To find freedom

To embrace the peace within

Without looking over my shoulders

Does this place exist

Where do I begin

Wild

Delicious

Feelings

Meandering

Between

Our

Bodies…

Let’s enter 2021 with a new hope, a vision for a better tomorrow.

Let’s remember the better part of the year especially the time we spent with our families.

Let’s remember the time we’ve spent reflecting and the lessons we’ve learned this year.

Let’s remember that some people have gone through something incredibly tough this year & I hope we find the courage to be kind & helping to them.

create to create

express what you must release

stealth is fearlessness

art in the face of paralyzing fear

rawness of each fallen tear

revealed in an act of bravery

nakedness of emotional slavery

feelings are nearly impossible

to manage, to understand, to direct

there's no practice, it's all performance

love's joy and pain, jubilee and loss

set a stage for drama laced with trauma

trust the integrity of your honesty

to beautifully, authentically portray

your story, your lens, your depths

allow your openness to blossom

shower us with every petal

as it blooms then falls from your heart

know that you, you are poetry

and every day of your life is

another page, another poem

in passion's diary

but no one could.

For it was her void that created the emptiness inside...

Her black wolf's insatiable, relentless, unsatisfiable hunger that drove her....

Completing her was not his burden to bare.....

Although he tried...

But no one would ever have all of her.

They are all but pieces on her chessboard...

To play with as inspired to...

She is cosmic stardust.

A collector of men.

...and I so long to be free....

I don't believe in ghosts....

Yet somehow I am still saddened to lose the illusion of her.

Our skin renews as fatigue

Disappears without a sign.

Under the silent waterfall

Of dreamy moonlight

Our puckered buds of lips

Naturally bloom into a smile.

Under the haze of

Slow dancing tranquil clouds

We find our dying vigour

Surging to new heights.

A black light sometimes

Opens our hearts

To the beauty that