Dec 2016
she* lives in the air, the foot and wheel-driven earth
her beauty in the breath over seas, hurricanes, tornadoes
the boiling hearth in rocky mountains
her mental toil all over the earth's soil
in words
she is a writer, her soul goes everywhere
where she has written*
her imagination travels with you everywhere
once she falls in love with you
you will never die
she is a writer
crickets and stars, beetles and sun
her words of love have spun
its web around you
you will never be free from her presence
her words are everywhere
this is she, the writer.
dropped on trees of paper
spilled in rivers of tears
exhaled in a hungry yet appetite-free breath
as her fingers bleed that heart felt emotion
on the next note
she'll be a fine line between ****** and memory
a literal pint of dopamine
she might one day only be a memory
her starry starry dream for ears out there -
stepping foot marks on the hearts of many around the world -
being omnipresent in literature
to all who need a pint of literature dopamine.
© Nelize 2016
her beauty in the breath over seas, hurricanes, tornadoes
the boiling hearth in rocky mountains
her mental toil all over the earth's soil
in words
she is a writer, her soul goes everywhere
where she has written*
her imagination travels with you everywhere
once she falls in love with you
you will never die
she is a writer
crickets and stars, beetles and sun
her words of love have spun
its web around you
you will never be free from her presence
her words are everywhere
this is she, the writer.
dropped on trees of paper
spilled in rivers of tears
exhaled in a hungry yet appetite-free breath
as her fingers bleed that heart felt emotion
on the next note
she'll be a fine line between ****** and memory
a literal pint of dopamine
she might one day only be a memory
her starry starry dream for ears out there -
stepping foot marks on the hearts of many around the world -
being omnipresent in literature
to all who need a pint of literature dopamine.
© Nelize 2016
She is everywhere. Where her mind goes, there she is present. She is everywhere in this world where her mind takes her. The inability to escape imminent heart ache in this world drives her imagination to places that heal her heart. An imagination gifted to her by her Creator, to help conquer the pain in this world. That writer is me.
