walking through the night streetlights glow through thin curtains - wind echoes a song. a ghost walks on soft feet, treading by candlelight: wisps of smoke follow. mirror in a dark room - there stands a shadow. she looks like she knows me.
label me: cool. smart. fun. interesting. this is both the best and worst thing you can do. (you never stopped to see if i could live up to it) i'm kicking at the window, swirly-patterned glass distorting our shared view. see me - do you see me? (do you only see what you would like… Continue reading poetry 101 rehab: scream + circus
read the labels, map out a blueprint in red and write your own instruction. (need a tether to reality, but don't we all?) weave together a chain: loops linked to each other. (do you know, you're holding infinity in your hands?) braid a rope, shaky-handed: tricky, smooth, glossy: finer attention to detail required. ambition, vital.… Continue reading poetry 101 rehab: rope
take full rein, allow yourself to enjoy the calm: just days off madness. start your latest quest - pause in between and request the help you refused. make your plans, in full control: call yourself a queen and wreck your quests.
steal magic from the sky, breathe in star-ash and watch the night's sparkle. catch the stars as they fall, tuck them into a bag - use in rituals. weave a tapestry. magic, glimmering in each and every strand.
weave your hands together, catalogue me: tell me what you see. inky, red-black hair; fruity hair product and callused-rough fingers. heavy hallucinatory silence and coffee. (am i getting this right?)
breathe you in: spicy coffee and bright purple nail polish. cinnamon gum and the scars on your knuckle; quiet humming when bored. this is how i know you.