Teardrops rest, unyielding in my eyes As sleep, ever-elusive is kept at bay I sit up in bed, flip on my lamp and turn to face the mirror on my left I see lips, red, slightly parted I see skin, freckled And auburn hair, wild and untamed Everything had an orange-y hue due to the … Continue reading Insufferable Insomnia
Why are we so terrified of feeling empty that we overstuff and overfill ourselves until that feeling becomes normalized. This feeling of discontentment, of not having enough… a feeling of tightness of chest and difficulty in breathing because your stomach is so expanded. So, in order to avoid the feeling of emptiness that continues to … Continue reading Desperate to Fill the Emptiness
Craving to be seen, Make eye contact please Craving to be heard Though interrupted once more from the distractions galore Texts to check, Emails to send Have we lost the real meaning of “Friend”? Electronic self-images Dash our own We can’t even go rest Without our phone Static connections are travesties! Yet what about the … Continue reading Craving to be seen.
O wearied and tremulous soul, take heart, be not afraid. Grasp the outstretched hand that so gracefully extends through kind words of strangers, and time with friends through wisps of wind and smells of spring through blossoming petals and birds that sing. O burdened and heavy soul, trust, dive in to the boundless expanses of … Continue reading O wearied and tremulous soul
Sometimes I don't want to process past pain. I'd rather not bring up things that have finally settled. It's like walking along the bottom of a stream bed whose stream seemed to have been peacefully travelling along. It takes so long for the murkiness to become clarity again. Or, it's like if there was a … Continue reading Burying the Past
invisible – Choreography – Leah Glenn, College of William & Mary DANCEVENT The door that so many of us yearn to walk through but fear to approach rests like a blockade on stage before us. Two dancers rest on the chairs inside the room which we would soon feel was more like a prison … Continue reading Dance: invisible
Dance is such a raw form of expression. With words we can mask our motives, with facial expressions we can guard what we truly mean. But dance – dance is your entire being expressing publicly what is on the inside. It is as if we have been flipped inside out and we are demonstrating our … Continue reading Continue Dancing
leaves that see branches that feel tendrils that sweep across my face and weep as I do.
Trapped inside an iron cage A lioness paces, entranced with rage The gate has been ajar But, stubborn, she circles Wishing it would be locked so that she could set herself free
With every step, I feel the life draining from me. As if the energy required to continue onward far exceeds my capability to do so. I look around and I see blurred splotches of color in place of the faces of my peers. I keep my head down and trudge on, sinking as if stepping … Continue reading Transparent Opaqueness