Category: Poetry
-
Born of Fire- A poem
As the sacred sparkle of the wisp enters my soul, I feel the spirit of a million stars travel through my ruby colored veins. Gold light flows brightly from one inch of my skin to another Until all that is left is the peace and serenity in knowing that I…
-
The Without- Poem
Without, I am not nothing of course. Though without, My words feel fake. Have I ever held such power in fake words? I would like to. They’re not fake words. They’re just words. But yet My hand still refuses to write when feeling the weight of the non-nothing– When feeling…
-
Coming Back- Poem
When I fall, I don’t immediately hit rock bottom like I say I do. – No, Instead I push myself further and further down With my own two hands Until there is the only the overwhelming pain Of knowing that my thoughts and actions are not my own. That they are…