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Why do we dream?

Why do we dream? Our moment should be when we are in full command of our consciousness so that the metaphorical bubble cannot burst when we are not yet ready to inhale the harsh air that is reality. Surreal … In our dreams we can be anything. Face any fears. Or be unwitting bystanders to […]

Writers Block

Writers Block

So, it’s kind of in the title. I have always loved to write. Fiction, non-fiction, songs and poems. I was one of those girls who kept a diary. Then I turned into an adult. Now writing is something I have to consciously make time for. And the fact of the matter is, I don’t do […]

Know Yourself

It’s so easy to get lost in other people. Relationships, be they platonic or that other thing, can completely swamp your personality. We are all taught that we will need to bend a little, compromise and accept the other person for who they were when we met them and who they become when they’re with […]

(Unnamed 3) (May 2008)

Tiptoeing on shadows, am I Fleeting contact that flees from the light Yet its born of the light And a child of the night Beast of both, burden I loathe Soldiering on feelings, am I Unbidden gems that rely on sight Yet they don’t use my sight Can’t be suppressed by might Child of rage, […]

Truth (April 2008)

What is truth? Does it have a place anymore? Based on our memories, maybe Fluid as our heart driven core Is it justice? No, that’s a political game Based on the evidence, maybe Changeable as the blame Can it feel? Know how to find its way back home? Based on morality, maybe In the truth […]

Metaphorically Speaking (March 2008)

Oblique in reference They have no name Matters of the obscura Part fauna, part flora Never something tame Chasms of experience They feel no shame Sensing all and absorbing Cataloguing, resourcing Remaining the same What I refer to is thought Wonderful, unchained, unbound Limitless, all around Bringing life to what we’ve sought Like breathing into […]

(Unnamed 2) (March 2008)

Green flies past Like a mask for the world Told in flashback Green is vast Sunlight streams Reminescent of life Fleeting freezeframes Sunlight dreams And I sit here Contemplating mankind Dwelling on the evil, the good The suffering, the joy But wanting nothing more Then to belong to the people of the sky Chantal ✗