I crave stillness,
And yet I fear the moment
Stillness turns into boredom,
And the moment boredom
Turns into loneliness.
Feminist, Writer, Cult Classic
I crave stillness,
And yet I fear the moment
Stillness turns into boredom,
And the moment boredom
Turns into loneliness.
I put my heart
Into the hands of another,
Without realizing,
The heart is to be shared,
Not given.
Hands traced
Over every inch
Of your body,
Yet all I see
When I think of you
Are the brief
Blurred exposures
Of your soul.
*artwork by the talented David Smith (davidsmith-studio.com)
To be able
To find beauty
You must know beauty;
To know beauty,
You must have beauty
Within.
I have no trust
For people who use others;
Actors of affection
With counterfeit currency
Used for comfort,
For validation,
For release–
How long
Until you are the lemon,
Juiced from the inside out;
Skin tossed aside.
There is no
Such
Thing
As depth
Without
Darkness.
Some love
Will be given
And not reciprocated;
This is the hardest,
Most important love
To give.
*artwork by Shang Ma (www.shangmaart.com)
I thought you’d be able
To see it on my face,
To hear it on my voice,
To understand the
Words unspoken,
Yet confessed
By the original language,
To spare me the courage
I lost from these days
To speak up and say
That I am not okay.