the holes in my soul
are filled with ghosts
and thats why it hard
to heal.
Feminist, Writer, Cult Classic
the holes in my soul
are filled with ghosts
and thats why it hard
to heal.
A single flower
In a vase
We see it’s beauty,
It sees it’s
Death.
Everything I want
And fear
Collide
In you.
We are so removed
From having to nourish,
To sow,
To fertilize,
To grow,
To build upon,
To build with,
To drink from,
That we cannot see
How much she gives,
And just how much we need her.
Humans are rational beings
Who can rationalize their lies
And disguise them as truth.
The trees know
About the importance of
Inhaling all of the toxic things
It is given, and exhaling life;
Slowly
Letting
It
Go
Out
Into
The
Universe.
The clouds receded
Just enough
To bathe in the sun
And convince myself
That I am okay.
artwork by Shang Ma (www.shangmaart.com)
The stars keep me company
In the dead of night,
For they are dead too;
Ghosts of galaxies,
Cemeteries of civilizations
Never known;
And so I whisper my secrets to them,
Knowing they are gone,
And by the time my words reach them,
I will be too.
You can invest
In the land and the seeds
And the tools for the trees, but
Unless you invest your
Time,
Nothing
Of
Consequence
Shall
Grow.