sometimes I wish I could paint my feelingslike Picasso painted his portraitsinaccurate renditions of something so beyond our reachthat mortal eyes falterintricacies unbeknownstto say "I love you"would be an affront to the universefor love, as a disarray of synapsespales in the face of the void...
I seem to have a current theme related to the notion of being torn apart and the idea of somehow having having seams that could rip. I have no idea if other people can relate to that notion or visualize the feeling, but when I am...
The concept of being "the other" is often associated with a great sense of guilt and shame, of societal pressure of "doing something wrong" and "taking away from" when the reality is most often that the adulterer voluntarily seeks out what they are missing from...
i yearnto feel containedwithin the safety of your arms,like a thousand bronze statuesyour musculature dancesscrutinized by eons of longing your handso harsh in its lovereddens my skin,closes gently on my throatthe ultimate safety containedwithin your graspi can feel the weightof a million worldstickle my soulas i...
It's been 15 months since I published On Writing - A Word From Lilith, a piece in which I describe my overall anxiety with having to "perform" and participate in this online identity, and how writing and keeping up with this site had become a...
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