~
Listen for the sirens
I'm on a highway
Along the perpendicular streets

Having escaped my killer
There's blood on the windshield
There's blood on my thoughts

The rush of song
I've experienced it all
Yet this is only track four

The night wind slices through
A fracture in me
Two sides of me
Must push on and away from here

Is there something happening
Inside that causes it all to melt?
To stick to the sidewalk?

To form into a river of transfiguration?
~

She's a Wild Woman,
She is out in this world,
that is so full of Darkness, but
was once a young girl,

This World has manipulated, and
has taken away her youth,
It has shielded her eyes with lies,
instead of telling her the full truth,

A young little girl,
brought up in a world of hate,
Who was told so many false dreams,
At this point, for her, it's too late

There's a little girl out there today,
who was given false hopes, and desires,
Was told that she would never make it,
Only needing someone to Inspire.

If only someone would encourage her, and
Let her know that it would be Okay,
There are people out there who could help her,
Llift her up, and continue to Pray.


B.R.
Date: 8/24/2025

Soy yo, y ¿Que más da?
Me miró al espejo y odio mi aspecto,
Bueno, quien soy mejor dicho
Y por la clase d persona que me he convertido

Rompo el espejo por miedo,
Miedo a saber que de verdad soy así
Huyó del reflejo, de las miradas de todos,
Basta, yo se quién soy y quién fui

¿Se pueden callar?
Solo quiero respirar y volar
Llora y reír
Cantar y brillar

Sin embargo el pasado me ha de abrazar
Y yo he de mirar
Ver en qué me convertí
Y ver cómo me marchite

The smoke dissolves in my lungs. A constellation  of bright stars forms in the depths of your eyes, weaving a language of orchestral, luminous memories—one that cannot fathom the endless possibilities of your devotion.

Maybe if I write these words and keep them inside my dismantled heart, love will come to find me. Maybe in a thousand abysses that grieve love, the heavens and the earth will entwine their fresh waters and frozen tears; faint sheets of light will envelop my already soul-weary skin and thus will seep in like a sun gently fleeting its warm light into the night sky, sojourning in the consoling darkness until dawn.

And if I tell you, that I have so much love to give, would you grow thorns and leave me in the cold, barren night like a stray dog, or would you come running across the ends of the earth—tiptoeing in bedazzling stars and soft sands, rushing into me?

Her thoughts are like a hurricane,
lifting her from the ground of sanity
and tossing her among the rubble of darkness.
Olive—