Healing my inner child one poem at a time.
The night train arrives at the station 12:47AM, missing the last bus towards her destination a taxi awaits, so she enters saying,
By Amashiraabout 10 hours ago in Poets
would my limbs snap from the weight they hold from snow? or would I remain steadfast for the lives that lie beneath, knowing I am a home to many?
By Amashiraabout 11 hours ago in Poets
You'd weave a lie with what was true knowing those half-truths wouldn't tug at your conscience. That if you rehearsed enough, you'd believe it didn't happen.
I was enjoying my pets company at bedtime and was met with a vision unlike any I’ve ever experienced before. At first blink I saw a throne. With each flutter the image grew more prominent. It was a woman nursing a goblet in one hand, with a leg draped over the arm rest while the rest of her body slouched to the left. Garments unclear but she was dressed in the colour purple.
By Amashira7 days ago in Psyche
Fingers gravitate reaching for nothing again and again once more.
By Amashira20 days ago in Poets
I noticed her more this year. Decaying blossoms and ever-giving to the many birds and bees. Offspring littered by her feet
By Amashira2 months ago in Poets
Kindling from the snake— the last days of our shedding a flame horse enters.
By Amashira3 months ago in Poets
natures blanket covers you in a pallet of autumn gentle rain tapping on crisp leaves soften the earth around you - in awe I stand by your side
By Amashira5 months ago in Poets
Gather yourself don't let your innards spill onto the streets, into the cracks, the weeds don't let it spoil your appetite, the fruits
Crimson glass at dusk an empty tram approaches with nowhere to sit.
The memories attached to items in this home take up space I don’t want to hold. Where do these thoughts live when not provoked
By Amashira6 months ago in Poets
May I greet discomfort as a dear friend and the mirror a story unfolding. May I release the shackles that bound my growth and gather what feeds the roots of my uprising.
