
Celestial Love
She glanced up at the sliver of moon that dangled above. She reached up as her finger pulled the onyx sky this way and that. The moon peeked down at her. “Would it be okay if I loved him?” The … Continue reading Celestial Love
She glanced up at the sliver of moon that dangled above. She reached up as her finger pulled the onyx sky this way and that. The moon peeked down at her. “Would it be okay if I loved him?” The … Continue reading Celestial Love
I don’t miss you anymore. As the months turn over I have learned more about myself than I ever thought was possible. I faced the monster that lived under my skin and as I trace the scars, my old life … Continue reading Screaming Silent Memories
Artwork by me…Anja What if…. I fell into you now Would you allow me to press myself deep into your shoulder Be the shelter my heart longs to find Open your arms so I can nestle against your skin Allow … Continue reading What If
Art work by me..Anja…of course *exhale* How did I get here? Where are you? You….are….gone I am standing in a down pour yet can’t feel a thing. It is as if life is passing me by. I am terrified and … Continue reading I Want You Back
I plunged into her thoughts I wrote all of the isolation terror and repudiation The depression and shame I felt with every heartbreaking day. Into her essence I wrote all of the panic and of course the illness I poured … Continue reading Terror Within Her
Come with me, I said…..peer into my mind and see the cavernous night sky. Reach up and remove the stars one by one and lay them from my shoulder to hip, take your brush and follow their path leaving nothing … Continue reading Come With Me, I Said…Peer Into My Mind
I am just staring. I casually look to my right and left and see the others deeply focused on the painting. I shrug, shift my focus back to art feeling defeated. My mind wouldn’t shut off long enough for … Continue reading La Reproduction Interdite
An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but will never break. Artwork by me She was staring at the clouds as a light wind … Continue reading Tangled and Stretched
write me immortalize my life as I take my last gasping breaths behind this mask go beyond my lifeless form see past the reticent tears that stream from my living eyes in the place of the dead write me in … Continue reading Remember Me
She has always had a fear of monsters. She would allow them to rest inside her eyelids so she would know just where to find them. At night they would slip down to the crook of her neck then down … Continue reading Origami Monsters