A Manifesto for Breathing. {poetry}
Let breathing be your escape from the solidness, allow emptiness to mold the circumference of the looking glass you have longed to perceive the view through
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Marly Jean
A World Waiting for Me Beyond This One. {poetry}
Maybe one day I will search for it, but it is of no direction and I am no longer a seeker. I am a see-er of this world right in front of me.
I Want Red. {poetry}
A red that has no use in being a mentor
but rather
an overseer
hidden between the layers of each of my realities
a red that is a fantasy
yet oh-so-real.
I Am Walking Through Trees, Falling in Love. {poetry}
So I watch as his luminescent hands trace my body as if it was Braille
and his mouth inhale my breath as if it were smoke and his eyes stoke the embers of my passions...
To The Women On The Brink Of Breaking. {poetry}
I am a woman; I don’t need to be showered, cuddled or kissed
I missed the commercials which informed us to be weak
I’ll speak my mind
My Love. {poetry}
My love is eternal,
flows through the cosmos
with intended direction,
then manifests herself
in each temporal conversation.