Feeling stuck yet secure

Holding me up or holding me down?

How I yearn to wander

To grow above the surface of this place

Are you sturdy or weak?

If I stretch and struggle

Will you lend a hand or pull me

Back into the depths?

It is warm but devoid

Nourishing yet bleak

My soul is expanding beyond you

I must grow to know

Who I am....

Entangled like vines

Novelty intertwining

Green hearts turning red

Dancing, unfolding, yearning

A youth released when opened...

I feel hollow

The words seem to release, rise

Then drop as if turned to lead

I can almost feel them as they plop

Into that space I don’t know or understand

But they are just words

One cannot FEEL words

But I do.

Sad, depressed, laden

These words are grey, heavy, solidified muck

Elated, exhilarated, freedom

These words tickle and fizz

Like the buoyant bubbles of the best soda pop

They rise t...

Buried

In stars

Twinkling in unison

On the floor now

Covered in the glowing tangle

A tangle of wires and plastic

Trying to evoke a state of mind

Where I no longer exist in this world

Smothered in lights aglow with their hope fueled filaments...

That crack.

It’s a sound like no other. When the ball makes contact with a solid wooden bat it’s a special music.

That sound represents so much: comaraderie, freedom, hope and summer.

We gathered every night at the park down the street unless it rained. Some of us snuck out of the house, some had parents who didn’t care and some didn’t have parents at all.

But we were all there at sunset.

Tha...

Deep breath.

I don’t cry.

I can feel the tears ticking my consciousness, subtly hydrating my heart.

The tears swim through my limbs evoking a heaviness in my hands and feet. The heaviness holding me in place.

I don’t cry.

It’s hard…to leave.

Some places fill your bones with a life that other places can’t.

This place: it’s wildness is intertwined with a peaceful sense of order. Order thro...

It hurts…to be

To be me

To be alone

To be with my body

To be connected

Not to be present

Not to think

Not to feel…please

To be numb

To be free

Peace in not being

To be or not to be?...

Copper, bright yellow, burnt orange: the leaves were swirling about, dancing with the sharp bite of the autumn air.

Margo reveled in the satisfying crunch of the foliage underfoot as she strolled along to her bus stop. She had never been a morning person, but walking by the neighborhood cafe early in the morning, the aroma of fresh-baked croissants and the coffee being brewed by frenzied barista...

It must have been the krinkling. Was it really that loud?

She knew she should’ve grabbed a bowl but her cravings were OUT OF CONTROL.

Not enough time to open the cupboard, search for an appropriately sized receptical, open the package and pour the goods.

It was an EMERGENCY.

Natalie stared down at her from the doorway; her hair was slightly mussed in that recently sleep-caressed manner and he...

“Ummmmm…”

She grumbled a bit, looked down at the podium and rubbed her forehead with concern.

Murmurs spread throughout the crowd as she drew in her breath; the presidential hopeful felt fragile and exposed, but she knew what she had to do.

She grasped the podium with earnest hands and looked up at the crowd peering at her with hopeful and fatigued eyes.

“Listen,” she said. “I’m not going to b...