Return

how many times can we dance around one another, yet never see that we create the magnetic force that attracts and repels, i realize now that i am not the only one running and hiding, the fall has come and suddenly i feel home, wherever home is. and yet, in my heart i know precisely […]

A Letter to a wounded Son

The words I feel when I gaze upon your countenance Oh distant child of mine A mother knows who shares her spirit, She knows her kindred, for they bleed the same. You are my shining light, And that is why you take my actions so personally. Perhaps you’ve grown comfortable with your distrust of women, […]

Awakening the Abyss

From the shadows, my eldest sister has come With a kiss to awaken my heart, The ancient dragoness, eldritch queen of the abyss, Shining jewels of cerulean and jet are the stars in your eyes, Explosions against the twilight horizon, The velvet darkness with no end.

In my heart

Long ago and far away There was just you and I. Though we were ever so close, So far apart. In nostalgia, I see that now, How lonely you were. And then “she”appeared. A most beautiful sight Who came to you at night To wash your tears away. She was alluring, And captured your heart […]

Listen, before you cut your eyes out

Poor child, In your eyes tears that cry out in anguish For stars torn apart, The March of armies tearing you from your mother’s breast The sea green divide Of thousands of aeons of loneliness and despair on the new planet’s surface Poor child, You’ve probably seen me in your age and wondered if modifying […]

The Wailing and The Waiting

My skin stains blue, with tears that will never dry. The space surrounding me, bleeding with colors of every kind. the human condition, so fragile, and I need to know if this is all an illusion, so I play the game, yet none of these safeguards can negate what I feel in my heart, and […]

The Czarina’s Eulogy

They still write about us, they don’t know why. Our memories live on, through their worlds and song, Maybe they envied us, our glory and our wealth, Doubtful they may long for our struggles and sacrifices.   They still talk about us, in media and in revelry, History only ever painted half of the story. […]