Why is my brain intense at night?
But when nothing matters
Solitude strikes,
My thoughts are crowded
With the warmth of a night
But where do my thoughts go
When the stars leave my side
Perhaps to another life
It’s their turn to say goodnight






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Silver Lining

the sun looked at me

when I was shining least

picking me up

to finally breathe

from nothing that was seen

in time and space

to a warmth from above

a rightful place


you lifted my soul

and taught it to speak

in a world where I was never able to be

the insufferable breathing

I could not comprehend

the life that was paused

way back when


you melted my ice

cleared right through my shield

my soul now remembers

to continue and feel


through anguish and triumph,

I’ll breathe through my heart

for I am no longer wilting

as I was from the start

now I’m radiantly glowing

just a flower of art







Pour me a glass of wine

Things are to be fine

Daylight impatiently subsiding

Somber pink hues arrange

Merciful to the day—beautiful

Mesmerized by the likes of the skies

Openly free, an endless sequence to see

Illuminating smears so vast amongst us

Feeling minuscule in body,

Yet complex in it all

Surrounding each being is delicate skies

Reassuring that everything will be just alright

No one neglected or wrong to its presence

In this moment alone we may all unite

We all deserve breaks from this battle of distance

Struggling to accept the creation of all

Reluctant to trust though options are dwindling

The lustful skies scream for my surrender

I must veer my relents and find peace that may stay

My thoughts are unique, bothersome to say

for this reason, I’ll forfeit become better—more present

I will believe in this moment

I will be safe in a meaning

But the more that I can see

The less I obey

Tempted and thirsty I say

Pour me a glass of wine





By: Kristen S.

Lost amongst fallen time

A recollection of insignificant movements

Oddly present times—weakened memories

Lacking personal chemistry

Strange and unacquainted territory

Disconnected to the awareness of the body

Heavy yet sparse, unable to retain natural rhythm

Not to be a home but rather a tomb

For my feverish soul

The body and the mind

Two separate entities

Co existing by nature

Science heroically shaping our being

Unconsciously gazing off in space

Questioning your mere existence

The body and its functions

A sluggish physical mass

Weighing me down

The body—associated to our being

A supposedly profound home

To be rhythmically in tact with the mind

Though limiting access to life as we know

Caged to our essence

Yet unfamiliarity strikes

Striving to earn more

A discrepancy of space for discovery

Unsatisfied—too much suppressed

What’s yet to be addressed?

Hearing Silence

Hearing Silence

By: Kristen S

The voices of strangers

Undefined vigorous speech

Public spaces —

A breeding ground for thee

A cornucopia of tones

Unsettling pitches

Working together

To become unknown


An array of words

The tongue may master

Impaired mind,

Blurry vision,

Struck by confusion

Barriers to hear

Messages become unclear


A noisy pursuit

Traveling voices

Filling the air swiftly

Hazy fog clouds fast appear

Surrounding my entirety

Skimming my ears

Blocked by the mind

So silence may be defined


Why does the quietness draw me in?

As a conversation may draw in

A person searching for

Comfort, or joy

This exact reality leading me to


Bars of steel

Paralyzing the mind

Unable to Feel


Noise subsiding

An abundance of thoughts

Not to be heard by the average ear

Followed by thunder — bang

When noise is disturbed

My silence loses grip

My thought become heard

Loud in my mind


Noise is retained

In my thoughts,

And my mind

And silence fast approaches

When the voices arrive

Disturbing my being

Gone for the time


In a world where noise

Is created when silenced

And the chatter of voices

Become quiet and null

Unsettling in my mind

Hearing nothing at all

Until tension becomes freedom

To be awakened with time




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A Dream

A Dream

By: Kristen

Daylight sweeps by—eager

For the moon and its offerings

Awaiting an unconscious reality

To entertain its lively rhythm

Behind these salty eyes

No more hiding


Deep among the center of our being

Vivid dimensions, so surreal

The past in disguise

Secrets to be revealed

Pledged by insanity

Yet adjured by belief

Imagery to be exceptional

The only relief


A nocturnal creature

As dreams are to be lively

For what is more vivid

Than a world without boundaries

Or radical opinions

Perceiving an obscure world

Creatively healing one’s mind


Emotions on fire

An adrenalin rush

The fate of this world

Too real to not touch

Telling stories of expression

Too compelling to deny

Stories screaming to be bold

In the depths of the night


Devouring what’s lost

Or perhaps what once was

Neglected thoughts

A creation without inhibitions

Dreams—voiced as illusions

Or are dreams merely the truth?

A passage to tether

To escape false inceptions


 Comprehensive in nature

no element of time

Dreams— spiritual escapes

Brave encounters to be flourished

Subsiding the numbness

 ironically fast asleep

Sweet dream to all

Until morning we speak


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