Writer. Gothic Soul. Woodland Spirit.
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 →
The grass is brown and dead stillwith winter's numbness and chill, and the cutting windmakes the air hard and sharp.But time and sunshine can reviveand soon will soften reluctance into a warm welcome.
I have the patience of a glacier, strong with my own power, leaving my imprint in my wake. I'm steady in my course, but outside forces are wearing me down and I'm not sure how long I can hold out. (Will you still be around?)
I prefer my life shrouded in secrecy, clouded in mystery, keeping the details close to me. It's not that I'm not friendly, I just don't have the energy to converse freely about what's going on with me. I'm totally at ease simply to let things be.
I wouldn't say there's a party in my head, but there are a few small groups talking quietly with drinks in their hands, in the shade of tall potted plants. They're wearing black. It's almost like a funeral, surrounded by people I knew years ago and have never seen again. I practice saying the things... 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.
When I have poured out all my kindness and feel I've gotten nothing in return, you reply in your silent ways to remind me I am not alone. The sun and moon watch over me like ever-faithful friends, and after each winter, no matter how severe, blossoms and greenery always reappear. And if I turn... Continue Reading →
When I have no more love to give And not enough coming in My words filter through the cracks Of my broken heart And form a heavy solid mass That I cannot move or shake And there's nothing I can say
Confessions of love hang in the air She's sent him messages But doesn't know if they've gotten there Time moves incredibly slowly This man, him only Is the one she wants She waits for his response Her head pounds, hands shake She anticipates a heartbreak
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 →
Michelle Wicklow 