Tumultuous misadventures through the mind of one struggling with the mundane, while grieving the air of daily affairs.
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The Song of the Islands
There is an island where She used to frolic. Marshland, forest, river, jungle… A bounty of nature. She used to lay in the current, and Let it bob her from island to island. Until one day she was swept off the map. She awoken in dragon’s wings. The bakanawa had found her. Reminded of another…
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10K in Words.
The willow sits Freely and spirited, Swishing away For another Night, and another morn. There lays she Writing away in Her journal, Underneath the whispyBranches of the willow. One course of creativityTo stay under this tree. She looks up at the clear Blue sky, she stares downAt the clear blue sea;Something is adrift in her.…
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Finch
I remember when I used to sing everyday. Has my heart been feeling heavy? Have I not had a clear mind? Maybe I lost some groove, like my soul has been incubating waiting for the next perfect performance to put on.
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The Candle on The Desk
I’ve been in this Dark spot, Like the candle On my deskLit by wicks inHot, scented wax Holding onto hope, But clearly diminishing,Yet burning hot. So present. I focus too muchOn the past, That it all hits meAt this desk, When I seek Introverted solace; and Need a break. Just to get itAll done, again.…
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Ivy Hydroponics
Stranded underneath The rose vines, and You were not too far awayTaking in one last breath,Hiding from me. I remember once when we were Super close. Super close to marriage, A family. I threw it all away,Because I got scared. You were one drink away,From death. I clung to my smoke in tyranny;All these years…
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Vanilla + Lavender
Light the candle. I want to smell the scent of – You, even when you’re gone.
