N. M. Baudelaire
One must creatively use all of one’s resources. Only then shall one truly learn to thrive.
One must creatively use all of one’s resources. Only then shall one truly learn to thrive.
The year never seemed to slow for this one Looking back now, we thought we’d find her Somewhere familiar, somewhere warm Somewhere sensible, somewhere safe She always thought Things never change much To return – What wounds await? Please don’t forget me! I am not gone forever, Friends… I said. I thought. I am worried – […]
Our sun stands still at midnight Where are the stars to guide my dreams? A restless hunger for nightscapes A lost queen searching for dreamlands This traveler, so beat This traveler, to sleep This traveler, what time is it? Confusion sinks into greyscaled haze The weary carry on Push on or be punished The body […]
Your Voice Matters Ringing in eager ears Incredulity wracks my brain Please let this be the moment The revolution will be televised Tweeted, shared, snapped, and chatted We stumble through teargas and bullets Make excuses, point fingers, absolve ourselves “It wasn’t me” They look like me “Not all of us” I don’t do that But […]
Rest will not come easy The voyage is long It is a familiar way Though it brings new foes Anticipation brims over The doors must close Shiny tinks of buckles Gulps of bitter anxiety Each time the same thoughts Tumble around her head “Is this the one?” “Will I be dead?” Age sitting beside her Take […]
The evening, heart is racing She sits alone Breathing The hours, time is passing Her door ajar Beckoning This night, we catch her Looking out Curious
A traveler, fallen through time Catches herself Breathing A traveler, given through time Finds herself Asking This traveler, stopped in time Watches us Curious