– Closer To The Memory – I open myself to the vulnerability of a memory, a moment which lives on… Read more Prose – Closer To The Memory

– For All The Lost – I colour in between the moments, thoughts woven through time like a grand tapestry,… Read more Prose – For All The Lost

– The Heart That Lingers – You play at my life like a game of chess; castle me to take… Read more Prose – The Heart That Lingers

– Spectrum – Red was the first colour that I knew as a child; the colour of anger, the colour… Read more Prose – Spectrum

– Predator – He moves through the fray with a sharp kind of style and a beguiling wit, an exercise… Read more Prose – Predator

– Estrangement – I cry out my plea as to a lover; Lift me up, My dearest brother. hold me… Read more Prose – Estrangement

– Chasing Sirens – She races against the rush hour traffic. Ambulance sirens that follow in her wake herald the… Read more Prose – Chasing Sirens

– The Healer’s Heart – I am confined within the duress of making myself into the object of so many… Read more Prose – The Healer’s Heart

– Refuge – I am dancing with the damage in me, finding myself within fragments of dismembered memory. I wander… Read more Prose – Refuge

– Colours Of The Heart – We bleed with a crimson rage that is equal in colour to that of… Read more Prose – Colours Of The Heart

– StandAlone – The times when I am the least satisfied are the times when I most tend to find… Read more Prose – StandAlone

– Salton Seas – Our love has dried with the waters of this Salton Sea, leaving behind bleached bones and… Read more Prose – Salton Seas

– Puppetier – I was once a naive young girl who knew almost nothing of the outside world. Through years… Read more Prose – Puppetier

– At The Seams – I wait the length of hours, stretching me out across the expanse of my thoughts,… Read more Prose – At The Seams

– In Return – I will keep watch over him until my eyes go dark. I will listen to his… Read more Prose – In Return

– Death And Beauty – Death carries with it by nature such an ugliness. I am afraid of that ugliness.… Read more Prose – Death And Beauty

– The Empty Spaces – I form these new creations,  
filling in the empty spaces
 left behind in my heart… Read more Prose – The Empty Spaces

– Phantom Heart – I carry in my hands this phantom heart that beats for you, while I am only… Read more Prose – Phantom Heart

– Potential – Potential isn’t predetermined. It isn’t something that one should have to live up to. We are not… Read more Prose – Potential

– Cover Me – My Lover is my only protection from the failure of my will to thrive. I forget… Read more Prose – Cover Me

– Hand Me Down – When I was a little girl, my toys were made from the ruins of the… Read more Prose – Hand Me Down

– Written In The Flesh – I hide my scars from older times deep beneath these black ink lines; I… Read more Prose – Written In The Flesh

– Enemies Closer – In these more intimate moments, I am surrounded by my enemies. I am steeped in the… Read more Prose – Enemies Closer

– The Enemy Within – Once again I find myself staring down into the void that brings me to my… Read more Prose – The Enemy Within

– Prussian Blue – I am painting my heart in a darker hue; passion blooming in Prussian Blue. I am… Read more Prose – Prussian Blue

– My Body Remembers – My body remembers; The hands of my Father laid upon me in anger; the hands… Read more Prose – My Body Remembers

– Suicidal Post it Notes – 1: Perseverance being a matter of selective circumstance, I run into traffic and try… Read more Prose – Suicidal Post-it Notes

– I Get Back Up Again – You know that feeling you get when you have a really bad bruise… Read more Prose – I Get Back Up Again

– Armour – I wear my sleeve as a gauntlet of armour, my heart hardened when borne upon it. The… Read more Prose – Armour

– Possession – The space between where you left me and where I truly began to live gives me such… Read more Prose – Possession

– Loyalty – I am the most loyal dog,begging at your door,abandoned and abused,yet always returning for more.

– Anhedonia – I pour my heart out to you as you’re laying on the bed next to me; loving… Read more Prose – Anhedonia

– The Curse of Being a Survivor – I exist in a state where home is not a place, but… Read more Prose – The Curse of Being a Survivor

– Through Childlike Eyes – When I was a child I saw the world through wider eyes, uncovered by the… Read more Prose – Through Childlike Eyes

– Unconditional – Love is merely a temporary condition, constructed by the position that we hold within another persons state… Read more Prose – Unconditional