Awashed
River, riverFlowing throughWilderness.Ripples, RippleHaunting hollowsStillness.Rivulet, RivuletRunning roundFinessesRivers, riversPouring drownedCaresses.
Contrary Mary-Self
Small self, small self How do your defenses grow? With fearful thoughts of tomorrow And judgments molding each stone.
On “to thy own self be true”
"Woman or girl, Old ‘fore her time. Looking to please Looking to find The part of her self To which she was true Without biting back To save him or you. You and your senses So easily undone. Your sensibilities Pretending to run, Blush, and hide In uncomfortable fashion, Yet turn heel pursuing The first... Continue Reading →
