Random Swirling Words

There are those moments where the words simply flow. Where they move out of my fingertips as if they have a mind of their own. That isn’t really the case though. It is simply these moments. Those times when I lie in the dark and life moves around me and I am stuck in one place; fighting between self-loathing and self-pity. Then the life returns and I remember that I am not like the rest. I am one but not one. T’is the confusion and the words let me think, let me sort, and sometimes I never post for thoughts are but fleeting….and some fleeting thoughts are best kept to one’s self.

Just needed to purge, do forgive me for filling up your blog feeds with meaningless words….but there are just those moments when the walls crumble for a second before the defenses do their usual work. Have a good eve one and all 🙂

Rambles From Last Evening

We are emotionless

The daughter of deceit

The product of darkness

Our voice is loud

But our words are silent

Feel we cannot

Hurt we will not

We are the stone

Ice of Antartica



Water trickled at my toes

Leaves fluttered in my ears

His eyes were on mine

His lips were a warm blur

Chocolate gaze of love

Sunshine kissed me on the cheeks

And the moment was lost



Tempest dawning in my heart

Shadows standing at my toes

“Silence” cried the universe

And the sound was lost for good



Oh Poet, sing tonight

Oh dancer, write a while

Dear musician carve a move

Play on world

The art is done.

*Note: The last lines are random plays on the way art can be perceived. So nope, I did not lose my mind 😉

Kadeen Nichelle Oksana Waldron

Sabbath, March 16, 2013