Umber, ochre, auburn Subdued and somber Tinting my view As my mind wanders Blurring the lines Of hazy daydreams With vintage tones That feel like home And a wistful mood Reminding me of you
Umber, Ochre, Auburn
Lost Track
Somewhere along the way I lost track, stumbled off the path, stopped fighting back. I vanished into the void, drifted into a black hole. I couldn't find my way home, wandering with my eyes closed. Now, brick by brick, the words are starting to click. Bit by bit, inch by inch, measure by measure, choose... Continue Reading →
Freedom of Shadows
All those years I spent dreaming that the light would shine on me, hoping to be caught in a golden beam, praying for the blessings of all eyes on me, to prove I was more than what I seemed. But when the spotlight passed me by, I found I was right where I belonged, not... Continue Reading →
Luxury of Carelessness
I'm allowing myself the indulgence of an off day, granting permission to silence, soaking in selfishness and pulling the morning in after me. I'm taking a break, I'm walking away, ignoring whatever you have to say. Is there anything so luxurious as learning not to care? I need a reprieve, a temporary leave. But when... Continue Reading →
Crystal Clear Fog
I'm searching for a pattern in the madness Trying to make sense of a whirlwind's mess Determining the design in a total upset Identifying the details in the abstract Connecting the dots in any and every order Making a map of something with no borders Twisting the facts into what I want to hear Moving... Continue Reading →
Weight of Attention
Too often I've wished for attention only to crumble under the weight of it when anyone looks my way. It's a heavy thing, holding me in place. It's a drug I crave but it's laced with something that makes my tongue numb so the words don't come and once again, I feel dumb, disappointing everyone.
Advice for My Younger Self
Don't let them talk you into being ambitious, which can turn into being vicious. Don't make yourself sick with fear over the thought of a career. You'll learn little worthwhile in school that you couldn't learn yourself by the side of a pool on some sunny afternoon with a book in hand. Drink it all... Continue Reading →
Private Conversations
I've lived too long in fear that someone will overhear our private conversations. They'll never understand our verbal shorthand. The subtext gets lost in translation. Too much depends on the expressions on our faces. I don't want to respond to anyone who thinks they know what's going on. They have no business; this is just... Continue Reading →
This Summer
It's eighty degrees and smells like sunscreen and there's a breeze teasing the bright green tree leaves in the distance behind us making the shadows dance on the long summer grass. His hand rests on my knee but he's all I need and there's no one around to see as I move it up my... Continue Reading →
Temporary Ink
Some days I feel like a dull pencil in a permanent marker world, a clueless teacher's pet clapping erasers and giving right answers, instead of a back-of-the-classroom, dressed-in-all-black attitude, graffiti-sketching girl. My tattoos are temporary but I want some serious ink. I want to make a lasting mark, create some real art. I want to... Continue Reading →
Michelle Wicklow 