Xanadu
 

You leaving, was like striking a knife in my thigh. But having you in my life was like pulling it out. You made poison become my oxygen....

I would like to thank the toothpick sized sword and woven thread that follows, for the thousands and thousands of items that I use as a...

Soft on my fingertips, small, strumming like a brush on paper. A piece of art. Thank you. For being there, through the hard times and the...

Click and it began. My thoughts were made physical, Molded to ink characters on paper. Slowly the fine point stopped, Scratched and...

The water drips off the petals from what once was frost the same way your past tugs at your sleeve. They all forget the dry grass that...

You pull it back tight. You run backwards to tease- sometimes just to tame. A black and gold handle fitted to my palm so you do not get...

Almost the light that allows for sight. The sight the sparrow sees and sighs, but that’s not me. I’m not quite white, nor brown. What I...

An ode to the lines I paint on my upper lash line out towards my brow sometimes black brown purple or pink I like it when the line is...

Small cold jagged piece of metal Easy to lose, impossible to live without. Hard hunk of steel gracefully turns the oppressive lock that...

As I use such an object I hear the soft sounds of writing echo. As ink flows through the tip to the paper, words or drawing magically...