yet she is a warrior ‘ in her battle –
her field  is fire yet she blazes with poise ‘
her words like bullets ‘
they merge like fury ‘
her eyes gasoline ,
yet her tears flame with kindness ‘  
her soul is a warfare’
the inferno is madness ‘
wounds of her past
now burn to dust ‘
in ash she rises’
like the midnight light in Summer ‘

Bright little star  above
Stay with me forever
While I’m looking at you
in the night
I know someone is looking too.

Shell ✨🐚

There is a
black hole where
this heart once stood.
Even this power house
exhausts all of its love and spirit
over time
only to collapse
under the weight of
the world.

Remember yesterday
before you meet today
Because tomorrow is
unknown to everyone...

Think the saddest thing about this land
Is how hard it tries to live
To hold, to let go— how it
Stills in the middle of a catastrophe
How it sings
Only when no one’s about to hear
How its silence
Is never wholly true

How the clouds go by
And the suns
The crescents grow up and pass
And people—
Yet it, shuddering, remains
And how it struggles
To weave peace out its
Wavering fields

And ever-dancing cities—
The dance of a Persian woman
In shackles
How it slaughters its own flowers
In search of their seeds
How it breaks apart
In the middle of a night
In the middle of a little girl’s question
In the middle of a smile

How the maidens
Keep on hanging their dresses to dry
And children keep hunting
For helpless worms
And snows melt into grasses
Till they too sail away
Yet it, shuddering, remains

How it will gnaw away the town
It carved itself
Feast upon its own beautiful bones
How hard it struggles to stir
In its own queer death
And how it will wither
And wither, and wither
And not tire—

It is its own hateful god.

I spend too many nights thinking
Wondering, writing, dreaming
Of someone who doesn't even think of me