BEEZEE

BEEZEE 3h

Fighting for three days —
we’ve never been this way.
I’m channeling the pain
in every word I say.

I know now what you meant.
But now you’re in my head,
a ghost I can’t forget —
the way that it hurts.

Silence is the pillow
on the bed of better days.
I rummage through the dresser,
full of all our yesterdays.

I wonder if you’ll miss me
when I’m gone — so gone.
But still,
you’re egging me on.
Tell me,
why are you egging me on?

Do you want to be more strong?
Look into the glass of me
and tell me what you see.

You are a human being.
We’re just two human beings.

And now,
I’m leaving.

#heartbreak #love #loss

BEEZEE 15h

Face of Gemstones

Do we deserve?

How would you know?

When her lips meet a curve?

From bitter to broke
She reminds herself firm
To coddle her none
For fate be the cure

A riddle too special
One rare without words

She lolls deep in a garden
With a face that’s still hers

She’s begging a stranger
“May I be demure?”

Her face turns to a gemstone
While the wind sings
“May you always be pure”

#self #love #feminine #redemption #evocative #reflection

BEEZEE 1d

Cosmic Love

Shifting realities
like favorite movies.

Love intertwines
with robust beauty,
wrapping him tightly
in vines of earth’s presence.

Divine intervention
from a woman’s connection.

Within a snow globe
beneath the stars,
she lays slowly
as he wraps his arms
around her.

Tightly,
she will fall asleep—
cosmic love
confessing
that life
is a dream.

Dec 2 2020

#love #connection #dreamy

BEEZEE 1d

(The woman behind the door)

Valley of the dolls
Masks sinking in the bay
Pretending there is perfect
Is always in the way

Wide eyes that know the truth of you
A smile that hides the rage
A door cracked for the womanhood that has a wild edge

Fem asks me if I’ll reflect her yet
Like drinking sand from a petal stained with blood
Red is her color and she wants it back
Power, lust, instinct, and the phoenix breathes a flame.

Find me, burning
Find me, tied down
Find me, soaring
Find me, underground
Find me, calling
Find me, dead
Find me, invited
Find me, feminine.

A wild woman with a wild smile, with wild eyes who hide the truth.

These words emerged after having a dream encounter with the archetype, the wild woman. What it means to be a whole woman is yet to be discovered.

#archetypes #dreams

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