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Beautiful Predator

Staring into the glossy surface of the water, she lets the stillness flow through her as she kneels by the shimmering lake.

 

A slow inhale and even slower exhale as her body’s tension drains. Her feet and legs molding to the earth beneath her as they conform to her body. Earth and woman made for each other.

 
The sun shines exquisitely over her, making the volcanic veins just beneath her surface shimmer and dance. Her fingers sink into the shore at her sides as her head falls back into shadow with a piercing scream.

 
Birds scatter in the trees, small animals run a little faster, but the larger animals recognize their own. A predator in soft skin, with a shrill battle cry, one who is fire itself. They slink slowly away from it even as they envy it.

 
The water ripples outward at the sound, moved beyond measure to its depths at this creature above it. It can feel the pull at the shore line, the power in her hands, the call of her voice.

 
Drops of her blood meet the water as they fall from her nose and ears, but still her cry rings out. At the scent of her blood the larger animals scatter even further.

 
Knowing she is not only capable of immense love and kindness this predator in soft skin. But that she will set fire to the earth around her, blazing her own path, salting it after she is done.

 
Burning tainted bridges without hesitation and building steel in their place from her very own spine. Her cry fades away and the sound of silence reigns as the dirt on her hands mixes with the blood on her face.

 
She walks into the blazing sun, not caring of the eyes that watch, what is the uncaring weight of few when she is the hope and joy of many?

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Beauty & Legends

When the brightness of day gives way to a luminous night, the moons rays fall across her weary face.

She is at once the Maiden, Mother, and Crone of the old tales. Shining with an inner radiance you can see rippling across the surface of her skin.

As the worries of the day fade, the laugh lines around her eyes come out to play. The moon rises ever higher above her as she tosses her head back.

It’s light shines fully over her face and down her neck covering her body as she screams like a banshee of legends gone by, fully embracing her whole self.

In that one perfect moment, all else is forgotten except the oneness of moon and female brought together by the darkness of night and that which resides in her.

Her fury and wisdom are given free reign, not even the soreness of her throat or the tears on her reddened cheeks can disturb the peace found in the moons caress.

Maiden, Mother and Crone, a banshee of legend, she is everything you think she is not and nothing like you think she is.

She does not ask your permission for the space she inhabits. Only that you do not unwisely stray onto her path, less she takes herself from the peace of the moon and gives you the fire of the sun.

 

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A Forest Nymph

She travelled down a path she’d wandered many times over the years. Through the greenness of the forest, pass familiar trees with their broken branches and the new growth in its place.

Her feet brushing over soft moss and sharp-edged branches, the scent of blooming flowers nearby as she made her way to the fading light at the end of the path.

Once there her feet hit sand and she walked towards the shoreline. The water had always soothed her with its crashing waves against the cliffs on either side. A fierce caress to the jagged rocks.

It was a fanciful place, one of dreams past and present. It wove through her mind making her feel small against the oceans horizons. But as if any goal could be reached here.

They told her she should know her place wasn’t in the water, but amongst the trees. That she would never survive it.

But the ocean was much like her life, full of beautiful and happy things. It’s surface stunning, if at times unruly. Then beneath its surface when you dove into its layers, it had hidden coves and shadows within.

It was wild and untamed, never to be fully explored. Though few tried to look past its surface. She looked longingly at it as she felt the vines wrap around her feet. Whenever she got to close, they always pulled her back.

One day she thought, the water will welcome me, and I will be bound no longer to the fallacies of others.

 

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You are Not Welcome Here

You are not welcome here. With your hands like thorns.
With your arms like entrapping vines.
You are not welcome here.
With your mouth of poison.
With your words of despair.
You are not welcome here.
With your hands that shred.
With your arms that take.
You are not welcome here.
With your mouth of hate.
With your words of false love.
Go from this place, my body, my temple.
I will burn the memory of you to ashes when I rise from this misplaced self loathing.
Go from this place, my mind, my thoughts.
I will no longer give you the space you do not deserve, I will learn anew what joy is.
You are not welcome here in this moment or in my future.
You must go from this place and never return.

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The Universe came to Earth-Part III

When swirling eyes of constellations met steady eyes of soil, new growth occurred in both the stars and the flowers. 

When a mouth of sun alight with laughter was caught by a mouth of deep water, a brilliant display reflected back from the lovers’ connection for all to see. 

When the hands of the strong moon were wrapped in the gentle hands of vines, a foundation was built and pain of scars past were lessened. 

When a northern star found shelter from its many adventures and trials, and the shelter was called towards the star, a bright new home was created for both earth and stars.  

When a mind of intricacies and dancing milky ways clashed with a mine of treasures, tunnels and soft places to land. A greater understanding was reached for both.  

When the universe and earth came together and their horizons finally touched. It was as if a brilliant, stunning, mysterious pair of lovers that could never be unraveled began a walk towards the edge.

 

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Life’s Battles

Girls start out soft and sweet they say, quiet and delicate. But what if they came into the world as they meant to go on?

Screaming at the top of their lungs. Ready for any battle that may come their way. For the battles will come. And some part of them, even at birth knows this.

Boys start out stoic and happy they say, extroverted and sturdy. But what if they came into the world as they meant to go on?

Screaming at the top of their lungs. Ready for any battle that may come their way. For the battles will come. And some part of them, even at birth knows this.

What if we all started out as we meant to go on? Not in a box or as an idea. But just as ourselves. Screaming each day at the top of our lungs.

Our hearts filled with the madness and pain of living. But also, the joyfulness and laughter of life. We cannot fully experience one without the other.

For in madness and pain we find what truly brings us joy and laughter at our darkest moments. And if not for the joy and laughter we wouldn’t know what caused the madness and pain in us.

Life is a balance that only you can find for yourself. Start out as you mean to go on. Not in a mask or a cage of others perception. But screaming at the top of your lungs, in laughter, in madness, in joyfulness and pain.

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Earth: Him-Part II

If she was a universe, then he was the earth. 

 

His eyes warm and determined like the soil. Always changing, yet at the core steady and solid, waiting and watchful. 

 

His mouth was like water, able to burn or soothe with every word and movement. Life changing like ocean waves that wrapped around his lover and rocked them even after parting. 

 

His hands were like vines. Whip strong, weathered and calloused from his work. Showing what built him and what he would become. 

 

His body was a shelter from every storm known to man, calling his companion back home after every wandering adventure. 

 

His mind was a mine, filled with untold treasures and long forgotten tales, ones he revealed slowly to those who were patient enough to listen. It was endless tunnels and resting places. 

 

He was like the earth. 

Intelligent, stunning, full of mystery and care.  He walked like there was always a destination. Rooted in the ground, with eyes up towards the sky. 

 

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Around the Edges

You could see it, around the edges I mean. 

The never-ending grief. 

The brokenness that couldn’t be repaired.

The heartache that just never went away. 

Sometimes an odd look would cross over their face. 

 

Totally blank, but somehow it made you uncomfortable just seeing it. The glazed eyes, the tight mouth, the stress lines more pronounced. You had to wonder at how deep it went. 

 

Then like the sun from behind a cloud they were back. Maybe you only imagined it after all. Look at how happy they appeared. It puzzled you because you didn’t know what caused it. 

 

Ah! There it was at the eyes again. Just a slip, a small dip in their smile and an untrue pitch to their laugh. No, it wasn’t your imagination. Oh, but darling, if only they knew. The darkness was inside of you too.

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Universe: Her-Part I

She was a universe unto herself.

 

Her eyes held constellations undiscovered in swirling, always changing, yet ever the same patterns. 

 

Her mouth held the sun and every blessed thing that could either waken her love’s soul or turn it into shards. 

 

Her hands were like the moon, gentle yet strong, scars and lines showing the past, present and future of her life. 

 

Her body was a northern star on the compass of a night sky. Always guiding her lover back home again to sink into her sweet embrace. 

 

Her mind was at once a black hole where all the worlds wisdom rested in its glory only to be seen when chosen. It was the Milky Way with dancing thoughts and intricate lines. 

 

She was a universe unto herself. 

Brilliant, stunning, full of mystery and mirth.  

She walked like only she knew the answer to a secret. Floating in the air, fully grounded in reality. 

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Hello Everyone

The past six months have been crazy and my posting schedule has been completely off to say the least. I appreciate all the new follows and those that have stuck with me. I’ve been busy working on new pieces and trying some new things with my writing. Despite not having posted as much. I will be starting a three part series today and getting back to a more frequent schedule.

Universe: Her, is the start of this new series. About what people are to each other and how they come together. Sometimes vastly different but connected in ways that make the differences matter less for what they do for you and more importantly what you give to them. I hope you enjoy it or find something that you recognize from the relationships you’ve experienced. I love to hear from my readers. So feel free to leave a comment with any of my work on the piece, photo, or just what you’d like to see more of in the future. I promise I read all the comments!

Thank you again for your support and time when it comes to my art!