I Lost Her in the Quiet

I had my own choices
once,
in a new and unfamiliar world.

I was allowed to speak —
to name my fears,
to listen to the quiet alarms inside me.

Then something larger moved in.

A force.
A season.
A life stage.
A voice that wasn’t mine.

Maybe a bully.
Maybe time.
Maybe I still don’t know
what the hell happened.

I only know
I lost her.

Buried under expectations,
under survival,
under a pile of things I never chose
but learned to carry.

Is this it?

Fighting every day
to keep the peace
with too many branches pulling at me —

while secretly
wanting to burn the whole damn tree
just to see what’s left standing.

Standing Where I Begin

Looking down from the edge,

I feel bravery rise inside the vastness—
alarming echoes of the past
ringing through my chest.

I take a breath of courage,
preparing to take the first step.

Eyes closed,
I become more—
surrounding my inner voice
with confidence, strength, and awareness.

I welcome the new journey. It has now become.

Hunger Meets Lust

My lips are wet, tasting the honey of passion.

Moist and tender to touch, sensuous prowling for desire.

Enter the suggestions I have seen in your eyes.

Taste the demons of lust within my temptation

 

Invited to sin with bended knees, submit to hunger.

Hold on tightly to the wish of pure weakness

Take my love, my lust, and consume my essence

Submission with a total thirst for your body.

 

Trace my bosom to the bottom, entwined in sensations

Have me on you, around you, and inside your arms this eve.

Kiss my lips; welcome my visions and lustful intentions

My lips are wet, tasting your sweet love, given to me.

St. Glam Forever

St Glam forever and always 

A place for lovers, tightly held within

A vow forever to travel in time

A Soul Token given and kept

A power of grace, wound between hearts

A kiss that started it all and pronounced eternity

A feeling that will not be defined by words

A definition of calm tornadoes

An island that surrounds two hearts

An excitement of new adventures

St Glam forever and always

Again!

I reached forward
to take the hand—
a saving hand of encouragement,
of strength.

Carrying doubt in every cell,
wrapped in pity I mistook for protection,
I pulled away.
I let go.

Again.

I reached once more,
searching for the offering—
the gift that promised self-confidence,
the place where I might finally arrive.

Fear whispered consequences.
Uncertainty rehearsed failure.
And again,
I stepped back.

Again.

Then I stood.

I stopped chasing the hand
and let it come to me.
I allowed myself to be lifted,
guided forward,
held steady.

I made it.

And now I am here—
again—
with a hand up,
not a hand out.

We Glow the Same Color

We glow the same color at the same time.

We sparkle with challenges, easing the strife.

We embrace the impossible to take on the barriers.

We dance around the careless placement of despair.

We take our love with powerful reinforcement.

We salt the path ahead with confidence.

We climb higher than the mountain ahead.

We glow the same color at the same time.

From the Pieces

The pieces lie scattered at my feet.

Please—
do not hand them to me.

Let me reach for them
when I am ready.

Do not give up on me yet.
I am still here.

I will learn the shape of what broke.
I will take my time
sorting what can be kept,
what must be reimagined.

Do not sweep them away.
Do not hide them.
Do not decide their fate for me.

The mess is mine.
I own every fragment before me.

There is strength in these hands—
enough to build
from what remains.

And if time runs thin,
if the clock dares to stop,
I will still do this—

making something truer,
something stronger,
from the pieces
on the ground.

It Cleared the Way

It opened a space within the vast darkness

It spread apart the confusion in the dream

It crawled between the barriers in the daylight

Here, it has cleared the way.

It confirmed the intuition in the waves of thought

It embraced the powers in the confident moments

It allowed the peaceful presence of the internal heaven

Here, it has cleared the way

I Fell Into Peace

My mind cleared and opened up

My senses rose to new heights

My understanding formed trueness

My breath swept away clouds

My touch embraced the newness

My spirit strengthened into vastness

She Catches Butterflies

Her wonder is compared to that of an adventurous child. 

Tiptoes among the young and old.

She sees the vastness of pain and reason. 

Chasing butterflies for answers among the endless winds. 

She stops at the edge, terrified to take the leap. 

Working hard to catch up to her passions. 

In dreams, she catches butterflies until her reality allows her to take flight.