Is it possible ( Read more... )

On my right side, my feet tucked under me, clutching a pillow, I breathe slowly and heavily, trying to fall asleep. My comforter envelops me like a cloud, even looks like one. I move and now I'm on my left side, in the same position as before, my arms now straight out in front of me. My feet are cold and I sense the need for my body to move yet ( Read more... )

I am
no child
no answer to a prayer
no genius
no revolutionary
no timeless beauty
no Buddha, Christ or Muhammad

I am
not waiting for you
not abandoning life
not ruining yours
not capitalizing on grief
not bored with love
not giving in

I am
living
my
own
life
the
way
I
choose
to
live
it.

It just so happens I wince every time I see you ( Read more... )

Hope was always last ( Read more... )

To me they seem savage ( Read more... )

Travel the wind to a dark paradise
Morning moon on fire
Burning
Explore aroma as a gift
Fresh skin of an angel
Whisper a pink rose kiss with your lips
You are magnificent

Eyes that see beyond my years ( Read more... )

Blue is the rain ( Read more... )

If you left out Marie, my initials would spell the abbreviation of mister. This was, for a long time, the most fascinating observation I could make of my name. I was named after my mother's childhood friend and when I would express my disappointment at the choice she would tell me that she'd almost named me Denise. That was a horrible name. ( Read more... )