It comes out of the blue. A change. Transcendence from normalcy to the place of a king. A feeling that cannot be manifested into being. A kind of bliss no drug can cause. An elevation of being. *** I rise on the heat. Carried by wings of the butterflies I can feel. My own song…

I look to the bright sky just out of reach. Lilac galaxies glitter like fine jewels scattered on ashen cloth. Shifting slowly with the light as we move. Common as sand but far more precious. All the more valuable for being unobtainable. Diamonds kept under bulletproof glass. *** Most people see the universe and feel…

Tiny fixed fireflies suspended in time. Forever broadcasting the same message. Hope and cheer against the cold dark night. Tiny friends attempting to hold back the loneliness. Weak solo, but together strong. Brave little soldiers. *** They could live here, there, or anywhere. Alight on a tree for the winter. Or perched like protective gargoyles…

Am I ok? One minute I feel unimaginable pain. The next I feel nothing. Who can say if it was a one time deal. Or a coming storm. A simple warning shot. *** What level of pain is ok? It has been my shadow for years. Darker now than it used to. But not the…

Why won’t you look at me? You see straight through me. A ghost in your life and treated as such. Pretending that it might fade away. Too terrifying to even show recognition of. Unwanted and uncared for. *** Why won’t you look at me? I need you more than ever. A support in my life…

Please, let me not be the reason you stumble. Falling back to old habits long lost. Letting that wave of destruction pour through. Washing away those buildings that you made with such care. Reversing all the progress in one swift move. A kind of emptiness that cannot be expressed in words. *** If you are…

See the sprout? It survives from the hard ground. Breaking through the crust that keeps it trapped. A fighter and an achiever for better days. Times to thrive instead of just survive. It could not have lasted as long as it did without hope. *** Look at the green leaves. Funny how you can tell…

The scent of burning wood hangs heavy in the air. Hugging the face like an over thick scarf. Watering the eyes with intensity. Crowding out the fresh air. A stampede with consequences. The death of comfort away from prying eyes indoors. *** People treat celebration like it is going out of style. The smoke is…

I stare at the blank page. Thoughts racing. The day running through my mind. All the things I did and failed to do. Plans and aspirations. What I wanted to represent. *** “Add title”, it shrieks at me. Mocking my indecisive nature. Demanding I commit to a theme, a plan, a vision. I dig further…