Bursting out with the inner flames of her soul, a woman's outstretched silhouette, bends like a swan into a dancer's pose. She forms above the wick of a vibrant red candle; the bitter-sweet scent of pomegranate.  Her erratic and wild untamed hair flows wildly above. Looking off, lost in thought. If only you knew what she was thinking.

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Death of the Authentic-Self

Small talkin’   People dropping their story in resumes I don’t want to know your   Graduating rank      The prestige you think          comes dripping off words Words I never asked for    Like a moving target for some       Narcissistic folk-lore They’re just measurements on paper     Recycled on every ear […]


Pick out your mask From the Devil’s deck of cards Leave behind a piece of you Checked back at the door This is the game of facade Contagious Dancing Plague […]

Enslaved to Time

Manic as stretched hours Mixed metaphors flow outside the lines Blurry beautiful bleeding watercolors One messy mosaic an offspring of time makes Constantly quantifying life with arbitrary measurements Post miles along a carefully grafted check list

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