Wandering in Writerland
Don't just think it, ink it
Unknown
Welcome Sleep
Where does the fear of sleeping come from? Where does the terror of closing ones eyes come from? Not everyone dies in their sleep, what makes you so special? Dance with the darkness as it fornicates with you to create a play of your deepest hidden treasures. X marks the spot to your heart. What is felt doesn't need to be explained. Allow it to whisk you away into the land of impossible possibilities. A once in a lifetime chance to confess your devotion to the one who created and mastered the game. Remember the guidebook, read between the lines and prepare yourself for a rich adventure spanning centuries of time.
Eyes Wide Open
As seen on Antigone magazine
I notice a difference a change in the atmosphere,
A rumor filled with humor amongst Earths inhabitants,
Believe half of what you see,
Look closer, take three.
Two eyes on our heads,
A third one hides disclosed only during lent,
Exposed as a partner in crime with the moon,
For they both feel the elephant in the room.
I challenge my perspective,
Taking joy in random synchronicity.
To the left, to the right
Something is out of place,
Extend to me your grace
Closer than my skin,
performed in face,
generations of seeds agog for a taste.
I stare at my reflection, is it eye who I see?
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Poetry
Poetry is like the midnight sky,
cold and still,
the moon a dose of a pill,
lethal, and aimed to kill.
Romance begins and transitions through secrets,
a funny game meant for two,
the intruder and the keeper only a riddle could be as new.
So much in the crevices of cracksÂ
Watch out, don't step or you'll break my mothers back.
Re-birth
Eye formed out of the stories of dead stars into a human flesh body that unknowingly held guilt from being seemingly separated from love. Projections of repressed emotion splashing out of it or me in waves, thoughts of disconnection swirling all around here and out there. Out there, there is only here and now. The subtle calling from the wind reminding me of where eye belong and where eye have always belonged: here. A longing that was severed many eons ago due to withholding the power that laid dormant within. Refusal to accept what has been and the fervor to create a new. A new way of loving, a new way of anger, a new way of spontaneity which slither through the roots of my ancestral tree, making its way, the top and beyond, screaming and shouting "We have finally made it!" We have finally made it to the great beyond, where secrets and repression are no longer tolerated. We find peace amongst ourselves and pleasure amongst each other. Here we are, together now. The cells in my human flesh body regenerate to birth a new cycle of freedom. We formed out of dead stars. Eye picked a day and a time that made sense to the humans so that I could be a symbol of acceptance. A symbol of nurturance and memory for what is yet to come. We are the universe in walking, talking, magical, majestic, tasting form. For eye stand here creating, rejoicing in the power within and without for they are one in the same. Two sides of the same coin. -Wendy, 3/2020