An artist destroys their work All in a few hits The clay face smashed to bit With the fury of her pent up lashes The clock on the wall tick's past 9:00 and ever since then the cracks in her sculpted face roll down her clay cheeks Her pottery face, chunks of a time Turns back into dust to be moulded again. As cracks part and tears flow out, so do to Grand ideas and thoughts of how She may become » Continue Reading
I always felt lucky to have a mum but when I look in the mirror and see myself morphing into her. i tear up. I force my tears to retreat as I don't want to be seen as one, A mother. Women are emotional, and irrational when, So I cannot be. That day I told her, the pain on her face. I felt guilty but did She? For raising me this way to be this aware? When looking at my mother features on my own fa... » Continue Reading
Look off to the horizon do you see it? The setting sun has no differences from the red sand dunes, and the ice crystals on the plane window melt into the ever existing clouds Off to the horizon There you see it? those mountains that rip the canvas of Mother earth and the moon flashes her ankle to us Walk off to the horizon Now you see it Where those stars shine so » Continue Reading