Winter Nights

Winter Nights Dancing flames cast a light upon the room. Soft smiles, warm mugs Gentle words and silent love Legs curled up together Intertwined hands blocking the cold of once lonely souls, Souls without love Souls without Each Other. Snow softly falling, enveloping the world in childlike wonder. Cozy sweaters and fuzzy socks. When winter…

shy

The quiet in the loud, The calm in the storm, My comfort in panic, My single rose in the midst of snow, The world is merciless, The cold and anger never seem to leave, My heart beats restlessly-Anxiety taking ahold of me, You keep this raging fire at bay, You make the world seem beautiful…

Pages

Pages   She relaxes into the melody of turning pages. She feels what they do, hears and speaks along with them. Every book is a new life, a new adventure to live. On those quiet silent nights you can hear her pen, creating lives of her own. On these pages writers speak. Voicing an outcry…

The Candle

The Candle There is a lonely candle, that sits in a cave. It’s the only light in that dark hidden place. And anyone lucky enough to find it, should keep it close, for it will guide the way to the richest place. But be careful as not to get too close to the scorching flame,…

Love, Your Body

My Dearest Mind, We’ve been together for a very long time. We’ve grown up together and been together since the start, but recently I’ve noticed a change. A change in our relationship, something too serious not to speak up about. I’ve felt this build up and I need to ask you now… When did you stop…

The Viper

A circle with those I love. One by one, the viper strikes, until there is none left but me. I stand alone, watching his every move, Waiting to see if he’ll approach. Waiting for his move. I close my eyes knowing any moment could be my last, any breath could end cold. This viper has…

The Red Curtain

I stare at the red curtain, my breath hitching every time my chest rises. I can hear the voices from the other side, laughing and crying. Wiping my sweaty hands on my victorian dress I look around and see people all dressed in black, writing on clipboards and speaking into headsets. This is the life…

Dear Men, I’m Sorry

Sometimes I forget the pressure we put on men. It’s not okay. So why do we act like it is? When a man doesn’t meet societies unrealistic standards he’s either “gay” or “a girl”. Why are those insults? Seriously, what the hell? Not only are we putting this unrealistic pressure on men but in the…