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The endless lights that scream, Against and across the empty vastness.

I want to be a star.

Raging against it all.

Not because its a conscience revolt, but because it's what I am.

I'm a force in this world.

So are you.

Shine.

#poetry

Prologue ~

I approach the door I see in my dreams. The shifting dreams I've had for the past few nights. Sometimes its the same door, sometimes it's new. So each night, I focus and describe it in this journal The door, so that one night I can choose.

door of lost

I don't remember.

Tethers that Stretch Deep hang, slack now Without Connection to Memory

The door is here. I'm dreaming.

I'm standing although I don't know how I know that I'm standing

I'm closed, so without knowing how. I open.

{{ The Door Is Here }}

The door stands in front of me. Silvery tendrils flow like seaweed from the core of the sun. The tendrils, translucent, beckoning heartbeats in a vacuum. Flickering against a pouring light – So white, that if I had flesh, I knew it would already have burned away.

As I go to scream, a tendril reaches my cheek and I remember my mother.

The smell of her long dark raven hair. The autumn eyes, the first eyes id ever seen in the world.

The warmth of being held The first time I knew I wasn't alone. held.

The forgotten memory, my first one, retches something so deep so personal, it hurts.

The light around the door, pulsates, in satisfaction. Rippling the loose shadowy threads

I don't know how much ive forgotten For a moment I ponder staying For a moment The pain of remembering vs The pain of forgetting struggles until at last I turn away teary eyed, I force myself to wake up

#poetry #doors

as the rain subsided as the blanked of night freed itself from a mask of clouds

looking out from my tent

puddles bloomed in the moonlight galaxies of reflected stars

#poetry #camping

the water washed the pebbles in a ceaseless ebb and flow soft footfalls of pixies running through a summer breeze

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I think i might know. after hours riding alone where the freeway drops away, where the heart beat of yellow lines start to fray, where nature gets a wild and the sun prickled road breaks.

I think I might know where I belong

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Have you ever seen spongy dinosaurs?

You know, those kinds that start as pellets Then you add a little water.

Wait.

But no matter how much water is added, for some reason

they don't grow.

I'm like that sometimes.

I keep myself hidden most days but some days I can't stop

I can't stop taking everything in

When other people talk When other people speak its like screaming

like being so full but so tiny you don't grow you just fill up

she walked us to her tree house she helped us up inside then pulled out the flashlight and looked deep into our eyes

“this willow walks away from here every thirty years if you see it walking if you see it move its said this tree will find you taking what its due

she pointed at me

“thirty years ago today it saw your mother stare

she pointed at my best friend

“your father saw us too

then as we tried to run the tree started to move

we filled the scrapbook with many things we all poured everything we could think of into it hoping it would swell instead that made it hunger

more memories. more time.

more and more and more and afterward

we gave up

#poetry

Prologue ~

I approach the door I see in my dreams. The shifting dreams I've had for the past few nights. Sometimes its the same door, sometimes it's new. So each night, I focus and describe it in this journal The door, so that one night I can choose.

The sky door

An obsidian monolith is before me Darker even against the somber room it's housed edges shimmer a glassy surface shining with a glint a hungry wolf smiling

I walk closer, not prepared to see the dark of this doorway simply

fall away ~

I could see a world, from high above

a storm cloud that looked like prairie smoke dancing with light casting dispersions on a purple field far below

a step closer

Fields of thistle colored trees wavering hard hugging coral coastline water surging, pounding cliffs with spray as golden as an egg yolk

A tempest in resin

I hadn't noticed but wind is beating my face pushing me back yet

This world beckons

another step, as I pause

A long vermilion shape, emerges far below breaking free of the thunderhead wriggling disjointed movements a hypnotic site as a dragon pulses upwards towards me

The dream ends I hear it call me

whispers

“come back”


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Prologue ~

I approach the door I see in my dreams. The shifting dreams I've had for the past few nights. Sometimes its the same door, sometimes it's new. So each night, I focus and describe it in this journal The door, so that one night I can choose.

The Sea Door

The air left me. Gazing at the brilliant abalone moulded door.

pink coral decorates the top of the frame.

thick seaweed wrap – fall dark gordons green tendrils swaying listless, limp reacting to something in the water

I take a step closer to investigate as little fish hastily swim schools obscured by the abalone colorful sheen

I start to move closer

A small motion, in the door stops me.

A great horizontal slit opens slowly and scans me.

The handle, which was no longer a handle starts to reach out the briny tentacle reaching towards me.

Dark violet water falling silently, reaching towards

I woke up


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