One by one they ripped my heart apart, Every word, every empty promise, every I love you, burned my soul. One by one they killed the angel in me, I fell so hard so many times, I replaced my feelings with stone, and froze my tears. No one can safe me, will I even know how that will feel? Memories lost of how it felt … Continue reading Fallen Angel

You see it, the letters flying all around me, when my pen does that magic thing forming words that makes the mind go wild. I then pick and choose and mix and match, it must be just right, like a spiders web, so perfect, every thread connected to perfection. I made it so you can escape, into the words and run in between the sentences … Continue reading Faerie rings and magic worlds

Howling near by, drums in my head, fire burning to close..dizzy.. I feel dizzy.. The butterflies in my tummy are angry.. Everything spins and my heart beats faster as the thunder in your eyes kiss my soul.. I feel your fingertips on my lips, I can’t speak, I have no voice… The moon shines just for us my love, let’s pretend its just you and … Continue reading Dizzy

I feel it again, and its making me dizzy, I feel it in my stomach, its grabbing me and twisting, I feel like I can’t breath, I just want to scream.. The pain I feel is so angry and the sadness so intense, my mind is blank, but I feel the torture, why are u doing this to me, when u say u love me? … Continue reading unknowing

Walk slowly, bare feet on the cold soil, I feel the grass in between my toes, breath deeply, smell the wet sand, its almost night, and there is a chill in the air, my hair is stuck on my face from the wetness of my tears.. Hello? Are u there? I walk to that big tree, where memories are stuck to the bark, my finger … Continue reading why

The doodle in my mind, is splashed with color, its the art work in my mind, That makes my imagination wild… Sometimes I could do with still ness, Like a horse just resting in the mist, the silence playing in the background. Then most of the time my spirit wants to play, wants to be free, that I haven’t gotten yet… but I can wait. … Continue reading the doodeling