She is love

She isn't anyone's somebody

She is a writer of simple things

She is more powerful when her thoughts have wings

She is lost on that same old pathway leading home

She is certain that's the shrill of her mother's scream

She is feeling how her heart tears at the seam

She is staying far from the house where the rain never stops

She is running through the grass, up to her knees

She is pleading for her legs to carry her away

She is going to look back but just not today

She is aware that for her faith she will have to pay

She is poor- without pennies, nickels or dimes

She is rich with emotion and dreams and rhymes

She is young still

She is waiting patiently
She is ready to be
She is love

There's something to be said about the colors in your head

Does one ever get to a point in their writing where they hate everything they've once loved?

Smooth as the hickory wind

I've lost it.
Like a dandelion fluff that slips through clenched fingertips
When they are opened to reveal their newly captured wish...it is not there
It was never there
The child's hand moved too quickly, it was impatient
Reaching out, grabbing blindly because the sun is too bright
The piece of fluff dances through the air, playfully floating away

My inspiration has left me
Maybe it was never there
I cannot write nor make a dandelion wish

Take me there

The sun peeks through the trees and dances on my skin like a reflection on water.
I pop some raspberries into my mouth while my tongue anticipates the flavor.
My teeth crush its fury skin and its sweet nectar awakens my senses.
I let out a sigh in response to this serenity.
I'm aware of every part of myself because of him.
He's lying right beside me but his breaths are slow.
I put my head on his chest and let his up and down movements take me away to wherever he is dreaming.

I dare you to move

I drag my hands through my hair
They don't slide smoothly
Almost as if my worries take this chance to tangle up in my fingers
I fix my eyes on the cars passing by, but i don't budge.
My legs lay limp and my whole body is relaxed
Rain begins to drip onto my face, landing softly on my cheeks
It is almost too careful, as if the clouds are delicately sending rain drops one by one
I still don't move.
A deafening screech violently moves my attention to the road
A car is coming towards me
The driver's eyes are wild, and fearful...
Their hands making grand gestures to steer the car out of my path
I won't move.
I feel crazy but strangely more in control than the driver...
Then it hits me
Metal and bones intermingling
Everything is black but bright all at once
Now i can't move, it is no longer a choice.

amnesia

memories are flashbacks.
we all have different perspectives from just one memory.
they're little reminderrs that can pop up.
sometimes they can flood your mind, encompassing you...
they put a haze over your eyes,
fade away from the "now"
you look back and think what could've been...
what should've been
you will torment your mind with tastes from the past
treasures
already lived
consuming
dark
playful
held
memories are silent killers

This is what autumn smells like

I smelled autumn yesterday.
It was the sweet smell of freshly squeezed or crushed apples.
The air was juicy, mouth watereing, succulent, and the wind was the scent of crisp apples wisping through my hair.
I found myself wanting to lick the air.
I couldn't capture the smell or breathe in deeply enough.
Each inhale brought a new burst of flavor into my lungs.
And i thought to myself,
this is was autumn smells like.