fool’s gold

I have come to this peak, unbowed and undefeated.

chaos theory

the strands of time split off.

angel

an angel on earth is beautiful in their own way.

blue

freed.who i am,who i wish to be,tied in expectationsof who they want me to berestrained within a cagethis bird cannot fly freeher feathers clippedblue wings shedwho i amlost. i tried to make a poem that is reversible… but it didn’t exactly work? everything makes sense except for the line “tied in expectations”, and i couldn’t

together as one

together, we’ll weather through the night and see the daylight.

scars to roses

No longer alone, my scars bloom.

wings

to fly i need wingsbut i am stuck in this cagealone and hurting i want to succeedbut society restrainscompetition kills children learn to walkteen learns there is no limitbut you need your wings wings – given to few –miracles never granteddreams always die young the flight to the toponly the strongest succeedin the race of

rainbow-colored wings

she wrapped herself in black and white cloth,blotting out the rainbow within,and she let her hair loose when she wanted to pull it up. she smiled and laugh and faked it for the crowdswhile the fire within her began to burn her up – burn her black and white cloth up – so that peeks