you want me to be

you want me to feel

you want me to see,

want me to agree

when all i want,

all i want

is to be fucking free

from you, even me

take the next exit and flee

from all that’s oppressing me

take your wants,

take your desires

may they drown with you

in your lies,

all the mire

better off without you

don’t need a rescue

no longer a mask i wear

you cannot touch me,

this i swear

we only met a short spell ago,

strangely i long for your hello

there is something in your words and eyes

that makes me feel seen, so woke, alive

should we slow down, take it all in?

you barely know me, where i’ve been

or follow the moon and just surrender,

get lost in the thrill of this ardent adventure?

monday mellow
makes me moody,
melancholy,
manic,
a little might broody

mistrustful of this malaise,
i crawl back in bed
to mindfully muse
and read instead

so, don’t mind me
i’m feeling quite staid
is mercury again
in retrograde??

soul
as deep as the ocean
and wonder beyond
the astral plane

who can fathom
the knowing that lay beneath
her breast,
so much knowing
it almost hurts-
perhaps past lives,
or karmic connections
that need clearing

words and thoughts and dreams
and dreams and thoughts and words
stream within her deep

who can understand
‘cept the fair wind
who blows gentle breezes
that brush wittingly
against her delicate cheek

there she stays
caught somewhere between
the shadows and knowing,
the knowing and shadows,
longing to befriend the Light

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My astrology today said

that my heart is afraid

to speak out loud.

I suppose it’s true.

Is it because i’m a Virgo,

wallflower that I am,

“sweet,” i’ve been told

to my great chagrin,

or fear that should my heart

speak too loudly,

you will disappear?

I could not bear that

so silence faint heart,

now and forevermore!

Do not speak,

for to have you near

is far better than my achy heart

to speak aloud.

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Wishing I had a microwave to heat up my

now cup of cold brew.

Who likes cold brew on a chilly December morn?

More than that,

wishing for you.

If you weren’t here

and I weren’t there,

perhaps we’d have a chance.

Or would our stories be too much-

the hurts and silly quirks,

the painful truth that what is, 

is?

We cannot change the past,

and time and healing wait for no one-

not in this world,

not in this dimension.

I say, this is enough-

I needn’t fear that

someday you will disappear

or I will disappear

or I will ever forget you,

this time,

this place,

this sweet connection.

Begone sorrow,

surrender to what is!

Be here now-

stolen, tender moments to be cherished.

…If only it were that simple.

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she had a superpower

like no other

she could make herself so small,

so slight

as to disappear,

like camouflage

against the noise and chatter,

the barbs and stings

no one knew she existed

in stillness and silence

not a sound she made

save for the beating of her small heart,

gentle breath

that reminded her

she was alive

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I murmured your name

in the quiet shallows of the eve,

and who but the moon whispered back

in silvery, hushed tones.

“They were never yours to keep, love,” said she.

And the sly wind woefully swept away my tears.