Queen of frozen forests, her presence reigning in like a chorus.
Queen of frozen forests, bearing her eye of Horus.
Queen of frozen forests, ready for her performance.
But queen of frozen forests knew she could not restore us.
Continue reading “Queen of Frozen Forests”A small collection of acrostic poems
Alchemize – transform the nature or properties of (something) by a seemingly magical process.
At my will, I
let my soul dissolve and
cradle the
hierarchies of
energies present.
may the bound and boundless
integrate with
zero hesitations and an
electrifying seal.
To step into myself
is uncharted territory.
To feel safe
is an unread part of the story.
Continue reading “Rediscovery”
Loneliness comes around
where no one is to be found.
It really doesn’t hurt.
Only when my mind is empty and inert,
am I reminded of the disconcert.
Continue reading “Loneliness”How many times
can I write a rhyme?
Until my mouth sours like a lime
and I crumble under the divine? Continue reading “When Will I Know?”
I spent my childhood looking over my shoulder,
growing stiffer and colder,
afraid of my fragile soul being demeaned;
I would have rather no one intervened.
But, my bedroom was never a safe haven away from prying eyes and concerned looks
So whenever I was craving
a peaceful, private nook
To the bathroom I would spring,
my place to be understood.
Continue reading “An ode to the bathroom.”Dream states are altered consciousness
and I know this
but the theory is immortalized as I slip into the abyss.
a white noise app fills the silence of the night. I pick familiar sounds to soothe my slumber-a crackling fire, a heavy rainstorm, roaring city streets. They envelop me in warmth and nostalgia.
I drift, closer to sleep.
Continue reading “Every Night I Am Not Here”When you already feel a million years old in your soul, it’s hard to want to grow old.
My chance to watch the world in wonder has already walked away from me.
Now, I look with grief stricken eyes.
Continue reading “Past, Present, Future.”Accessing my higher consciousness is a rather particular process. I picture my name. It holds so much power. I imagine my energy, a feeling like rods of cold glass, coursing through me. I begin to buzz. I am aware of my clothes touching my skin and I can taste the inside of my mouth. My hands are heavy and clumsy. My solar plexus feels warm. That’s when I know.
Continue reading “I asked and I received: a testament to the power of the mind.”When she disappears, I fall at her feet. I surrender in full.
Her invisible tides pull me into myself.
Continue reading “The Moon and her Phases”