Who Is Your Truth?

She is natural, naked,
long tangled hair,
perfectly at ease in her body.
She has a pen in her hand.
Her legs and feet are strong.
Her heart big and delicate.
She doesn't care that she is naked
or that she may never see people again.
No need for makeup or clothes.
Just sunshine, flowers, good fruit,
and the words in her heart.

I'm dreaming about...

learning french


writing with abandon


fisheye photography


moroccan tea parties


gypsy dresses


dancing in the desert

All photos from weheartit

love letter

I left my heart in California.

It is buried there,

beneath tree roots and roses.

It blooms in spring

with cala lilies and jacaranda trees.

Butterflies swagger on its petals,

and the sea salt smooths the rough edges.

In winter, my heart is devoured

by the vampire boys and boys with broken wings,

bloodhounds with sandpaper veins who

stalk blood roses in the Hollywood hills.

It is all red flesh and weak,

but the seeds get stomped

back into the ground

by girls in combat boots and pink dresses.

My heart seeks me in all seasons

knowing that a small cloud hangs

where my heart used to be.

A cloud dripping dew

to the rest of me,

wondering if a new heart will grow.

life can be a fairytale

All images from we heart it

shiny happy things

Pink Christmas Wishes

Happy Holidays!

Metamorphosis (Life of a Girl)

I. Cocoon
We struggle in the dark places.
Bones break.
Wings form underneath the skin,
rip through the back.
We transform in the warmth
of a folded leaf -
always in agony,
always quiet.

II. Transition
A tiny light grows.
The dark gives way to the sun
and the wings unfold -
still weak,
still unsure.
Then we move in a new way.
Once we crawled on our bellies,
now we fly above the flowers.

III. Weathered
Our wings are strong for a long time,
but the days are stronger.
We live and let go
and go back to that place of quiet darkness,
only this time,
not in agony.
The wings fold in -
a cocoon of color,
and that is where we say
goodbye.