Creation

My soul vibrates
Longing to be a conduit for creation
The spark burns high and hot
My hands long to be covered in
Ink
Paint
Pastels
To fill blank pages with worlds
That only exist in the nebula inside me
Demanding to birth a thousand stars
Urgent and consuming
I long to surrender to the deflagration
Of creative energy
Igniting a conflagration
Leaving me empty and sated
Surrounded by pages filled with words
Dipped in vivid colors and
Complex textures
Tangible, living pieces of me
Like so many falling leaves in autumn

-gws

Space Between

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Do I exist in the space between your thoughts

Am I squeezed in as an annotation to your chaos

Do I fit in the emptiness between your heartbeats

Or the space between your breaths

Am I shoved into the shadowed alcoves of your mind

All I know is it’s dark and apocalyptic here

Where ever here is

-gws

Not Constrained

I am not constrained by your definition of me.

I am defined by my own limitless imagination.

I have magic in my blood and music on my skin.

I dance to the rhythms of the wind under billions of pinpoint stars.

My truth is divinely written as I journey in this body made of stardust and light.

-gws