Do not be afraid to chart a course for the edge of the world, because sometimes, that is what it takes to find your own strength. The moon and stars may change with the seasons, but that wicked wind in your chest will never stop pointing you to where you are meant to go.
Wicked winds – for #septemberfalls18hosted by @breath_words_ and @a_sea_of_words_
Change – for #ourpoetryjourneysep18
Autumn Awakening
We poured gunpowder into our coffee
and stirred it with matches. We stared
down every horizon with fire in our veins.
We traded the ocean salt in our eyes
with unfamiliar highways and star-lit
avenues. We wore canyons like cloaks
and wrapped our feet with asphalt ribbon
of the interstate burning beneath us.
I have never felt more alive.
Cloud forest – for #septemberfalls18hosted by @breath_words_ and @a_sea_of_words_.
Coffee – for #ourpoetryjourneysep18
Sometimes,
I dream of a world where
my happiness takes precedence
over everything else. Where I could
chase my own dreams, travel through
time, and start my own adventures.
In this little world, I could pack
a bag and run, not from fear, but
from excitement! Knowing that
the wide, wide world is at my
fingertips, if I only
reached for it.
*Adventure
For #juneinspiration hosted by the lovely @alura_inspires and I.
*Travel through time
For #junefalls18 hosted by @breath_words_ and @a_sea_of_words_
*Art from Freepik.com, no copyright infringement intended
Once you have seen the world,
wanderlust doesn’t quench easy,
but nobody told me that coming
home would feel like trying to
squeeze a tiger into a birdcage.
And although I miss terribly
the foreign chatter and the
challenges of a new environment,
my heart aches for the soft,
clementine skies of home.
*Clementine skies
For #mayfalls18 hosted by @breath_words_ and @a_sea_of_words_
*Terribly
For #cmlychallenge hosted by @cerynnmccain
*Challenge
For © Our Poetry Journey Contest
#OurPoetryJourneyMay18
And when I say I will run,
I do not mean escape. I will
fly on wings made out of fairy
dust and everything I overflow
with. I will disappear around
the curve of the world, far
enough that I won’t be forgotten,
far enough that I won’t be here.
I will be somewhere else, breathing
different air, soaking up new light,
meeting new people, touching new lives..
*For day 5 #theloveletterproject
On those days when you’re feeling
like a suitcase that’s between
here and lost, think of me as
the tag on the handle reminding
you that when you feel too heavy,
you will always have a place in
my heart to return home to.
Maybe I fall because it’s the closest thing to flying.
I dream of airplanes.
Not of flying, but disembarking.
I dream of airport terminals, of
hurried steps and racing pulses. Continue reading “December”
Day 6, for my life in #7daysofblackandwhite, no people, no explanation.
The Notion of Love 