I don’t believe in small woodland creatures with pointy ears,
No dwarves, fairies, gnomes, or wood elves have made my acquaintance
When I enter the wood, I do not look for them,
I do not imagine the complex and splendid tree roots sticking up from the ground
To be their miniature homes
Or the vibrant green moss to be their insulated roofs.
I do not believe in dragons, krakens, or loch ness monsters
When I step into the inky cold waters
When stillness is all around me
And fog clutches the top like a misty spell
I do not search for them below the depths
Or think I feel their warm and muggy breath upon my body. Continue reading Progression of Disbelief (a work in progress)
My heart has crystalized
it has been so broken, so fractured, so irreparably harmed
it has been fused back together with ice and cement,
Continue reading I WANT to Love Fully Again….
Maybe I’m not in love, maybe I’m obsessed
When you’re in love, are you supposed to yearn this much?
Do you always become so preoccupied, dying for their touch?
Is love something that can really be this intense,
that you feel in every molecule of your flesh.
Does love make you literally feel your soul aglow?
Does it take you to the highest peaks?
and vanquish from memory the lowest lows?
Continue reading Maybe I’m Not in Love
You speak the words I think
you possess the knowledge I seek
You reach for the dreams
that are trapped in slumber
Continue reading Are you real?