soul food

one I sat with my toes just barely breaking the water, Watching it run freely with a jealously hardly contained. I wanted to freeze it...

concept: my hands become gentle again. i am not afraid to touch, for i know my hands will hold you softly. my claws retreat. i do not...

life is terminal. what you once loved will pass into shadow. the oceans are boiling, the icecaps are melting. our children will not call...

you look like you carry the weight of the world on your shoulders but your smile is so light how do you take on the burdens of others and...

her eyes are dangerous i could drop my heart into them and never see it hit the bottom my wings have been burning for days please send...

every day i wonder why when i look at you i see the sky shades of red, yellow, pink, and blue far beyond their natural hue i don't know...

i used to believe that blind faith could pull me through but the world is cruel and i am a victim of my own undoing so now i believe in...

when my brother and i sit resolutely with our arms crossed and lips pouted my mom rolls her eyes and sighs “january children“ because...

i can't think when you're around. you move and the universe swirls to a stop beneath your feet. you hold hearts in your open palms, blood...

concept: i am in love again. everything reminds me of you, and the heart beside your name gives me motivation to struggle through the...

since the day i was born, all the way to today; to love me you're sworn, and never did you stray. you cleaned up my bruises, wiped away...

why do i let the world get to me? their claws are sharp. i thought my mind was sharper; but i suppose one can only reach so far before...

as i reflect on how this year went by, all the times that i laughed, all the nights that i cried, a feeling of wonder--a happy memory...

concept: our life is domesticated. we live in a decent-sized apartment with a large window overlooking the city and a balcony. i drape...

i am in love with what is not mine. singing along to lyrics that i cannot really relate to, but somehow, they touch me. i feel them. they...

words scribbled hastily on the side of my bedside drawer, overlapping in the dark-- dancing into my head in the middle of a conversation...

concept: i live simply, but color over the lines. my apartment is small, but it is overrun neatly with plants that i forget to water and...

girls are soft. they crumble into pieces at my fingertips, as i grasp vainly at air and wonder where it all went wrong. the words pierce...

i write because sometimes the words that come out of my mouth are halting and misshapen but when my fingers touch the paper worlds open...

concept: i live art, i breathe art. my skin is a canvas. i want to be a blank sheet, if you will be the pen. i want to have tattoos...