
Chiquitita
She stumbled upon the path as the tears tried to cleanse her heart. Nothing seemed to work. Her legs felt weak and her feet refused to take another step. She sat upon a log that had been pushed over my … Continue reading Chiquitita
She stumbled upon the path as the tears tried to cleanse her heart. Nothing seemed to work. Her legs felt weak and her feet refused to take another step. She sat upon a log that had been pushed over my … Continue reading Chiquitita
It happened quite by chance. He was sitting outside at his favorite cafe while enjoying the autumn air. A breeze picked up and a laugh across the road caught his attention. He looked over and saw her. She was talking to the lady who runs the bakery and could tell she was not from here. He waited for her to walk away before he crossed the street to ask his friend, the baker, about the woman. Before too long he had charmed the baker and found out the woman was staying a few months while studying abroad. Something about her … Continue reading Chance
In the recesses of my darkened heart, there is a door. Take my hand and I will lead you there but tread carefully. I heard whispers etched into my ribcage that spoke of a sort of voodoo that corrupted this … Continue reading Open My Heart
I remember a biting cold winter day when my mind was opened up and I was reborn into a logophile. A five year old me became very ill and my father stayed by my side. He read me many stories and created tales just for us. When all of those efforts had been exhausted he left the room. Time ticked away and I was drifting off to sleep, he reappeared. Sitting next to me, I noticed 3 beautiful books in his hands. He leaned close to me and whispered he was going to show me his abditory. Kissing my … Continue reading Haibun Thinking
copyright Erin Leary I climbed the weeping willow so she could cry with me. He loves me, he loves me not… were my tearful pleas. A little sprite rose up from the water and sang to me the truth of my … Continue reading He Loves Me
There are mornings I wake and my world has taken on a new hue Sometimes my lovely roses and reds have given way to blue Everywhere I look I see the azure drops hanging so delicately With the gentle power of one exhale it comes down to cover me It envelopes me like the waves of the deep blue ocean It can also twinkle like the cerulean of my eyes Does it creep up from a place of sorrow and fall like tears Or does it bring hope like the sky that holds our dreams My thoughts go to the … Continue reading Tears From Cerulean Eyes
artwork by me I stood outside in the rain today. While under the drumming of the drops, from across the ocean I swear I could hear you crying. It caused me to stop and for a second, I felt complete. In that moment let us pretend you didn’t break my heart. Instead I will try and bandage my wounds and find that fake smile you left behind. Now let’s pretend I am happy standing outside and these are truly raindrops, not my own tears. I will use water colors on the sidewalk to write every excuse I have. Then as … Continue reading You Walk This Way
She locked her heart up within her ribcage promising to protect it from any more harm. Scars have already been scorched into the chambers and left it barely beating. When it was last torn and left behind, she mended it … Continue reading Turned me Into Someone Else
Standing on the edge, my toes curled trying to keep me steady Arms outstretch, head tilted back and eyes closed tightly Tears flowing from between my lashes…down my cheeks Taste of salt lingers on my lips If I just let … Continue reading If I Fall, Who Will Catch Me
Artwork by me I have whispered my secrets into loves ink…watched them splatter, dance into words for all to read. I kiss the words, still wet, to bring intensity and paint them on my skin with watercolor temerity. Writers…we sometimes … Continue reading Written Treasures