We
Have always been
Princesses and Princes.
They took, and told our stories,
Protecting royalty, and fantasy
—called it “fiction”, “faith”, and “history”
We have always been
Our own oppressors
And redeemers.
Category: Poetry
Cycling
< 9/16/2018
I fear ,
I fear
I am cycling
Back into the chaos
That ensnared
Me before,
This time the monsters aren't near,
Or clear,
But in whispers,
I start to hear
Strange mouths
Utter words that seem familiar,
And I read every word
To be about and for me,
I am curious,
And want to know
Alice, do I go,
Sucked down the vacuum
Down, down
Below
Pollenation
…Let go,
with my seeds of love
in hand
to plant as I went,
oh the tears I cried,
that with time became
a siren song,
to which the planter
found me,
tended with me
repotted,
and helped us together
to grow.
New (additional) blog!
Secondary active blog now up at Purple . Gypsy . Butterfly
Work there is more philosophical and centering on meaning of life and the universe.
Enjoy! ☮️ ❤️
Flowing Destiny
I am in awe
of the pen
And it’s ink,
For as words flow
By my hand
it appears
to spell
My destiny.
Of, For and To
I have always been writing of,
For,
And to you,
With different
Character names,
Never even knowing it,
Or that you even existed.
She of Letters 