My Intuition And I

My Intuition and I

I found my Intuition in the depths of my chest,

Trapped between the bars of my ribcage.

Years of muffled screaming had left her voice hoarse with rage.

In losing that voice, she’d taken to pounding at my heart,

Squeezing my throat, and waking me up with a start.

She was no longer a free spirit of wisdom and dreams.

Locked up in a cell of nightmares and tears,

She’d become the harbinger of all of my fears.

I found her key jammed into the tip of my tongue,

Rusted from waiting and scarred from being bitten for so long.

I wasted my days looking for someone to blame,

But after struggling with her lock and key,

I finally opened up and let my spirit free.

However, I found I could no longer understand her speech.

My Intuition and I are still learning to speak.

Taylor Swift is Universal

How come every new show or movie I watch or book I read reminds me of some song in “Folklore” or “Evermore”? Taylor Swift is such an amazing universal storyteller!

Panic Attack

Darling, I feel myself dying,

And I fear that this time I won’t come back.

And I think I can hear my soul crying,

Weeping wonderous tears that turn to black.

Darling, I feel the doom rising,

Not a force in the world could hold it back.

And I think you don’t think that I’m trying,

But I can’t seem to keep myself on track.

Darling, I feel their nails clawing,

Pulling out all the shit that’s inside of me.

And I think you don’t hear my voice calling,

And I swear this is worse than anxiety.

Darling, I feel myself drowning,

And I’m losing my grip on my sanity.

And I think I can hear the waves laughing.

Darling, I’m slipping out of reality.

I made this little chibi/kawaii collage of some of my favorite things: cerulean blue, hand fans, Pokemon, s’mores, writing, and art!

Drawtober 2021!

Once, I Tasted Paradise

Once, I tasted paradise.

I watched my broken wings take flight

Among the angels I still dream of at night.

The sun beat down on my skin,

And the color of my sins

Faded with the love of newfound kin.

Unplugged from the world, I looked up at the stars

And ignited their hearths,

Letting their warmth fill my heart.

I climbed trees with creatures from storybooks and legends.

I ate food that tasted like ambrosia from heaven.

I learned to accept whatever is given.

I discovered the secrets of life,

And I met with the spirit of my mind.

I gave the angels a piece of my shimmering light.

Then I woke up in a black and white world,

Screaming in a language I can’t use anymore,

And I wondered if Alice still looks for that miniature door.