Scribble Breath

A brief glimpse into the brain of an average girl.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

7:36 PM -

What am I to do-
if the rain washes away
my left over dreams?

Spring the Thoughts of Autumn

I'll never forget the morning trips into the mountain breeze Where autumn had just graced it's inferno upon the trees. It lo...
In the Alley
Nightmares

It stood in the corner. A monster from the depths of my nightmares manifested into physical form, towering over my bed with flushed...
Words are the Same

Words are the same, Souls are the same Evilness is masked, as the good roll in shame Divinity is a weapon, depriving the righteous Just...
Rain Haiku

What am I to do- if the rain washes away my left over dreams?
The Dawn

We rise from the ashes dancing in the dirt. Our feet full of clay, drifting over the Earth. We fall past into caves, into the dark, i...
Haiku

Eyes of purity As if an angel had appeared Though I see no wings
The Pulse

I hold my addiction. It's in the palms of my hands, in the wiring of my veins; pumping, pumping... blood from organ to organ, ...
The Piano Song

I want to live on your frequency, ride out layers of wavelengths in your sound, jump across measures of your tone, into the world o...
How to Cleanse a Soul

And then, bare footed, she stepped onto the black sand. The navy blue polish on her toes disappeared under the soft gravel as s...