Each of these is inspired by a page or story in my journal

I came from nothing

Emptiness gave birth to me

And called me Daughter


Hope is a whisper

A mere breath in dark stillness

Wind in the willows


Weeping is for panes

They say windows of the soul

Are like irises


Beating of a heart

Palpitations of song

‘Till I am deep blue


A rose, red petals

Lady of the garden bed

Arose, and left me


I’ve forgotten more

Than your pen will ever know

I will share the dreams


A taste in my mouth

Left from eating my own words

Is a humble one


A pen is like sex

Naked prose lie on white sheets

Call it metaphor


If humble were hip

Your sweet ass would fall right off

you cocky rooster




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