December 5th, 12:57

What is it about this time of night

12:32, that wakes me up and pulls at my heart?

Closet, and order, and…someone there,

but it's gone when I reach for it,

grasping at fog

The words fade quickly, ghosts to describe

and the adrenaline fades fast, leaving only clear head

multiple or not, at this time of night

I do not own my head,

I can not hold my thoughts.

When words fail...

And when words fail she writes in riddles
paints pictures with light and feels in color
Who says a heart must speak to be heard?

big ocean, little seal…

But if you don’t understand that is ok too
I have to walk this part of the path alone,
And when words come you might hear them, if you listen.

ground and center, sketch the lines…

And when she’s given seedlings she’ll guard them fiercely
cherish the dirt and sing down the rain,
If you can find True North you’ll never be lost.

keep running, keep playing, hold to the good…

But if this takes an entire vapor can it be ok?
because I am stronger than I know
And when it blooms you will see me, if you look.

listen to the sky, sing back…

And when it hurts she’ll just keep going
comforted by wind and crying out ink
Who says a soul must have windows to be seen?

big ocean, little seal…

But there are lines to be drawn, from the inside out
I must firm them out of the soil that was granted
And when they’re found you can share the growing, if you’re willing.


And so when words fail she writes in riddles
paints pictures with light and feels in color
Who says a heart must speak to be heard?
And can you hear the pattern…?

Phoenix Rising

Bird behind the glass, longing for the sky
bound by no chains, but she cannot move,
for it is love that compels her to stay her wings,
and rest where she feels trapped

a deep rage that masks an even deeper hurt,
unfairness burns in a wish to take it out on those for whom it is not meant
but she stills her claws, for this is what He asked of her,
and it is love and faith that compels her

stay, stay, still your wings
sometimes the path to the sky must bring you groundward first
stay, stay, and still your heart,
for it is love that calls
and love holding you here.

I found this one in one of my writing folders on my computer... Doesn't have a title or anything yet...


Save me, set me free.
There’s a fire that burns inside, set it free,
release, save me, set me free.

Words aren’t enough, I need to scream it out,
pleading, screaming, set me free

Cut the binds that hold me, that keep me silent, keep
me hiding, keep me still
please, please set me free, loose me to be the one I
want to be…
the one I was made to be….

Brain thoughts

I wrote this awhile ago; don't know if it's finished yet...

It was about how I think. Not sure what else to say...

~Ro

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Need to flow, like a river running a groove through my brain matter. Warm or clear, circuits of synapses, smoothing a trench through the softness.
It leaves behind traces, wetness of me, left on the walls of soft grayness.
And in each droplet, a story or feeling or chemical reaction that happened, in a little wet swatch that will over time dry out and then only leave an imprint on the masses of masses of input that has already been left on the sides and walls of the stream.

trains of information, strung along on invisible connections, found by tracing back only feeling. A balance of thought and nothingness- located in the lower back quadrant, or the middle and right, or the upper and back right. Or the non-spot, blank, in the left and upper/middle. Sometimes it is specific, others it is just trusting the synapses, and a special way of waiting, trusting in the dredging up of old things. I won’t forget.
tastes that are smells, colors that have feeling, touch that i haven’t experienced, but is still linked. All are real to me, and all are stored. Linking dreams, whole worlds, are trapped in my head, written in chemical.

8~7~10

And when the world shatters
she wraps herself in a song,
cocooned in the music and
held in its’ anchor.

And when the shards cut deep
she rocks in its’ rhythms,
swelled on waves
of heartbeats and sound

This pain might be too big for her, but truth-melodies
will hold her heart together once more

And when she loses who she is
the tones will remind her
and keep her whole,
cherishing her in their embrace.

And when the numbness comes
it will be held at bay,
unable to penetrate
this wall of sound;

Such pain that feels too big for her, her heart
is splintered, broken.

So when the world shatters
and the shards cut deep;
when she loses herself and the numbness comes,

When this pain is too big…

She wraps herself in a song.

Smallest post ever...

Hey! I have six followers now! *grin* I feel so accomplished…

~Ro