Writer. Gothic Soul. Woodland Spirit.
I daydream in bucolic scenes, breathe deep to keep at peace as I imagine you with me. In my head we're far from everything, as relaxed as a windswept field, as mellow as mist and haze. Our days roll like the hills, and my love for you is evergreen.
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 →
No matter what might happen,if our paths never againcollide and intertwinein these affectionate ways, at least I have the peaceof knowing I met my most pressing need,summoning naked honestyto tell you that I love you.There are some things I regretbut I'll never regret that,even if you couldn't say it back.
She didn't mean it lightly When she said she'd love him until she died No matter what happened between them It's hard to hate a good guy Of course, she would've liked to stay together And fall asleep beside him every night But even though it couldn't be that way She was confident her heart... Continue Reading →
On a cinnamon-scented fall morning Wrapped in plaid flannel I dry my hair over the radiator As sunrise sneaks through a foggy window Yellowed wet leaves stick to sidewalks And a chill clings to my face as I walk Releasing its grip only for you
Lately this life tastes a little too sweet I wake up still full from sugar-coated dreams History tells me it can't be healthy Too much happiness can't be good for me I'm used to taking goodness with a grain of salt And a pinch tossed over my shoulder, to ward evil off Daily battles in... Continue Reading →
Wandering in the foothills, tripping on shyness like creeping vines, studying outdated, unspecific guides, searching for a sign, they look to the sky, awed by the glow of the colors that bleed with the morning light. A shared moment. This is the sign they need, no more waiting for the stars to align. And so,... Continue Reading →
After all her wrong turns and muffled and swallowed words, she found someone who bent around her curves and traced the way to the hidden place of contentment she thought she'd never deserve after all the bridges she'd burned, someone she wanted in her life, beside her at sunrise and low tide and all the... Continue Reading →
Our ramshackle life, cobbled together With whatever blessings we've gathered, Beaten and weathered But comfortable and warm Broken in but not broken down And yours is the only face I see And yours, the only voice I need To reassure me To feel securely That I've done something worthwhile In this twisted, strange meanwhile And... Continue Reading →
Draw me out of this muffling cloud Place my feet on solid, if rocky, ground Remind me that peace makes a sound Like the hush of bedsheets drifting down Like dried autumn leaves falling earthbound To this playground of angels and hellhounds Like your voice in the morning The only one I'd recognize in this... Continue Reading →
Michelle Wicklow 