There are parts of my heart
scattered in each place I’ve been.
You see, travel does this funny thing.
It reminds you of the complexities in this world.
Cobbled streets lead to collosal castles
streets sprinkled in sorrow,
history and happiness too.
There’s nothing I would rather do.
Human connection is the aspect of adventure
that lives in the heart of each traveller.
The appreciation of beauty that notices
this door is closed but damn, it’s beautiful.
What lesson can be learned here?
That the little joys of life appear
in the middle of something unexpected?
I love that.
Travel is something I hold dear,
And you will always find a piece of my heart here.
to imbue with some pernicious belief, opinion, etc.; to influence feeling or action
Slithering snake of society,
Tactless tundra of intolerance,
You think you control me?
You think you hold the strength
to infect me with your filth?
Incessant ideologies of ignorance,
Persistantly trying to penetrate, and yet
Your walls do not close on me.
I am a warrior woman.
Strong in stature and stamina
Blasting through your bullshit.
Fuck your fake foolish fantasies
About who I’m meant to be.
Do not think for one moment that you
Hold the power to infect me.
via Daily Prompt: Infect
Do you see the wall there baby?
The one that divides good days from bad?
Built from feathers and pixie dust and make-believe,
Paper-thin separation, no diffusable
oxygen. Do you feel that baby?
It’s a death trap down there.
Breathe in deep for me baby.
Some days I leave the door open and
this one’s gonna hurt.
via Daily Prompt: Thin
Buttons slowly slip through fabric,
I have something to show you.
Flesh making appearances,
I want you to see me.
Scar tissue ripples below the surface,
I have nothing to hide.
Imperfections under spotlights,
This is my awakening.
I want you to touch them.
Put your fists down, little rebel
knuckles scarred from the struggle
eyes ablaze with the memories
skin grafted soul recovery
My hands are up, little rebel
down on my knees
slow breath from my lips
in awe of your resilience
Let me love you, little rebel
pass me a rope
I’ll climb over this distance
soothe the fire from your mind.
Let me protect you, little rebel
You are safe now.
f u t u r e (adj)
late Middle English: via Old French from Latin futurus, future participle of esse ‘be’ (from the stem fu-, ultimately from a base meaning ‘grow, become’).
did you know that you were born from miracles?
standing on the shoulders of the mothers
born from miracles before you,
slowly standing so that we might
did you know that you are a healer?
existing in the power of the women
who helped us get here,
maintaining life so that we might
did you know that you are a force?
surviving intersections of oppression that
tell you change is impossible,
pushing one step forward so others might
reach the finish.
did you know that you are not just the flower of generations past?
did you know that you are a seed?
standing at the base of a castle
i am reminded that life is nothing without the
seeds that grow the
plants that feed the
humans who built the
structures within which we need
how many others have stopped to appreciate the
colours that run through the
veins of you and the
connection that binds our histories together.
standing at the base of a castle and
capturing the beauty of flowers while
knowing we have