Siren Whispers

Siren Song




Hope is a luminary 

she sets alight

frees into the night air

watching the light as it travels

following its path

believing in its brightness

finding the unexpected storm

that blows the flame out

in a single burst

casting her into darkness

leaving her to search

for that flicker

the hope that she had

a purity of faith

that would right her perspective

that would calm her soul

that would make her remember

and believe

that there is good that happens

after all


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Wanting what you don’t have


Wanting what you don’t have.

Is life meant to be a series of dreams that never become reality, possibility that never reaches fruition?

There is an impatience that builds once you get a taste of what sets your soul, your senses, on fire. You want it all. Yesterday. You look again and you see the obstacles and a path that lays ahead, and it seems endless. How hard it is to keep believing that you might one day set foot on that path. That one day the emptiness that has echoed inside of you will be quieted. You feel so far away from what you need, yet you try every day to persist, to put one foot in front of the other. 

Wanting what you don’t have.

Is this so wrong? You’re told to be happy with what you do have, but what if what you do have doesn’t fill you up? What if you know that there is more to life than simply existing? What if you want that so desperately…your eyes finally opened…as you recognize the shallow breaths you’ve been taking, and all you want is to breathe deeply and become more and have more than ever before…


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Dreams and shadows


Getting lost

in dreams and shadows.

My path evident.

My heart certain.

The dark

has never beckoned

so sweetly.


have I desired to let it

enslave me

as I do now.



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Darkness to flow


They were the days of fallen shadows

When cracks in the light

Allowed the darkness to flow.

Those were the days I adored.

The freedom under your hand.

The possibility of it all




Days filled with longing touches

And words

Lush with desire.

Nights when dreams came alive

And fantasies bloomed and burned

Witnessed only by the moon

And the tangle of sheets

Around our limbs.

The subtle madness of stars

Dipped in luminescence

Seeming to dance and twinkle

Within that blue velvet sky

Just for us.

Defining a path

From you to me.

A beacon across the miles

Of land and sea.

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The Fire Within Her


The fire within her

Can no longer be contained

She grapples with her

Newfound knowledge

Struggling to find her path

Knowing she won’t be

Following a straight line

But one that curves and dips

And may not always be comforting

May, at times, be dangerous

But one

That she is certain

Will fulfill and complete her

Which has been her destiny

All along

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