Poetry: The Storms

I feel so much better When the storms Arrive Because the outside World Then resembles My insides I howl like the wind I expand and contrast I spin and whirl I weep like the skies I lose control and unleash fury Caged like some beast Imprisoned but alive The storm knows What rage whelps my... Continue Reading →

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Poetry: Being

There is no too... There just is. We are as we are meant to be. We are not too much Of anything. The star does not Ponder if it burns too bright. It just burns. We are. I am. You are. Being is as simple and Splendiferous as that. -Angel Marie Russell

Poem: Burn

We are. Each a being Of light Flame walkers Or night walkers We burn We water Made flesh Animated Yet, still We burn. We sometimes Burn each other up. Sometimes we drown In sorrows. We weep We spill water. Because we burn And the burning Becomes to much And we explode. We must quiet The... Continue Reading →

Eyes

There is a vast and swelling sea Within your eyes. I can see wonders there. They pull me in like the tide And if I didn't know how to swim I'm sure I'd drown in their beauty.

Soul Fragments 

I have told myself Time and time again When I see another's life Full of beauty, vibrancy, and success, That it isn't for me. That a rich and full healthy life Is not for me. I am other. I am broken. I am used up. I am ... No. I say no to this voice.... Continue Reading →

The lost and found girl 

THE LOST AND FOUND GIRL: I have recently discovered that I am on the Autism Spectrum. I am 35 years old. I am sure that many of you can imagine what a change such a realization would bring to someone. My entire world view has been flipped on its head. I have struggled socially all... Continue Reading →

Yes

Life is so much more lovely when we have faith and trust in love, but in a world that taught us the wrong version of love, or that the opposite was true, it came be very very hard to trust love. And not only that, it can be hard to think that love is even... Continue Reading →

The Dance Of The Shadow Walker

My emotions are waves Like the tide. I am the flow; the ebb of the tide. I am the water, frozen, liquid, never ceasing and ever changing. Don't give up. Don't give in. I can win. This is the process; life and death and life again. The darkness does not scare me. I am not... Continue Reading →

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