“I wish I was worthy of you. Because darling, you deserve so much more than what I have to offer.” Everything I’ve done, every choice I’ve made, and ever step I’ve taken has brought me closer to you. Though it still seems as though we are miles apart, I can’t help but wonder how things […]
Don’t give up now when you are so close to seeing your dreams come true. Set no limitations for yourself; nothing is beyond your reach when you are determined to succeed. Go for it!
Love is a mirror, a reflection woven from my own blood and skin, an image persistent in its desire to be let in. Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019 Between the Trees UK Between the Trees US Available internationally
I taste every word you write tip of my tongue tantalized with your brilliance my mouth longing to kiss the poetry called you * ©MidwestFantasy July 2019 Ph-google images (Note: I haven’t been around here lately as I was taking a much needed break from social media. But I think I have my mojo finally […]
Your lessons in abandonment have finally come into use as I forget each day to water the sweetpea hanging from the tree and watch it crisp beneath the sun’s heat, yellowing like teeth. I wonder if you did this too every time you dug your heels in deep and saw her before me, refusing to […]
We harvested the fruits of muddy shores, watched millions of diamond sparkles on the crests of ocean waves before we turned our eyes to space. It startled us and left us wanting to know more about what lies beyond the darkness, titillated and tempted to explore. Still we must overcome hurdles while our feet are […]
I’m lost in a forest of the tallest trees, inundated with wickedly bent, sinister trunks, thicket so dense my feet can barely move, the air damp and heavy, sitting like rocks in my lungs. Swiping and slashing, I claw at the overgrowth’s sharpness, aching to lift my legs and run, grasping for vines that might […]
Love Fires Love fires burn a tender flame, Inextinguishable, No matter the storm or rain. A small spark, A slow flame, And then a blazing furnace, When love fires burn. Forest fires will eventually go out, A candle will burn itself out, The coal in the fireplace will go out, Love fires once lit, Will […]
i remember that rainy saturday night well will never forget your sister was supposed to be watching us, however, she was rather absent from where we were; i remember how you forced your lips against mine in a kiss although i protested no you didn’t listen— never understood why my voice didn’t matter how you […]
You. Yes, you. You are a work of art. You are beautiful. You are the only part of this Universe capable of understanding itself. You are the only part of this Universe that is capable of creating beauty by sheer power of will.