Our Olden Fantasies

Our olden fantasiesNot quite matching casual conversationThe heart’s silent secretsMasked by our gilded incantations A kind smile to hide our fearsThe dreams left by the tragic shoreBut there’s always a way back homeTo drink from the hopeful waters to finally restore

Lost In A Deteriorating Moment

Lost in a deteriorating momentWhat more can we do to be freeClose our eyes to the darknessTiptoeing quietly, down to the seaSearching franticly for the answerBut the obvious truth is often a ghostFalse memories are unruly traipsesInclinations leading me, down the coastIs there a way to be clean againTo bathe in the ocean’s gentle roarHopeContinue reading “Lost In A Deteriorating Moment”

I’m Tired Of Being So Dry

I’m tired of being so dry In need of an outlet to release my brain Creativity gone; leaving me stagnant Building into a wreck of anxiety & pain My thoughts stunted by vapid feelings Finding myself too tense, filled with stress Needing to drink from restorative waters Like those I found under her dress