She dare shine an array of colour in the light of the grey moon. Infinities of thorns encircling her frame. Caged wild heart thundering echoes in the silence. She travels alone in the shadows not to be seen. Forever hidden. For they will slay her – feed her to the wolves. To be stripped of…… Continue reading The girl with technicolor pelt.
Category: Poetry/Spoken Word
Daily prompt…. filling the emptiness.
What is your favorite restaurant? I don’t have a favorite restaurant. I have a passion for food as strong as my aversions to food. I am an oxymoron. Palate dictated by texture and tones as much as colour and vibrance. Limited drastically and wildly adventurous all at the same time. My autism limits textures and…… Continue reading Daily prompt…. filling the emptiness.
Red Flag
‘I am a red flag’ She flagged. She Flagged. White Flag.
Unmasking.
All I do is nothing. All I do is everything, in totality, in wholeness, wholesomeness, defensiveness, regardlessness, defiance, necessarily, selflessly, creatively, confusingly, delicately disastrously, contradictingly, ‘pre-meditatedly’, consciously, disconnectedly, contrastingly, loudly-silently, defeatedly – aggressively, despairingly, confusedly, hopefully – naively – in denial – defiantly, respectfully, nothing – left – of – me – but – you…… Continue reading Unmasking.
Chronic Illness
What do I gain in ‘sharing’ my pain? Not much at all That’s why I refrain I slip on that mask On myself I do task The pretence that I am the same Hold back my tears Ignore all my fears That one day incapacitation will reign My body My rock Forever in shock But…… Continue reading Chronic Illness
The ability to trust again.
I will not stand and promote something I cannot understand
Where The Wild Things Are
Boundless are the valleys and mountains that lay ahead and
Evanesce in my wake
Me, Myself and Who am I? 