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12 Sep 2017

Out of Range

“Out of Range” Sometimes they whisper… sometimes they scream, on the border of my dreams. But I was misunderstood, heart-soft, and obscured by my naive rain. A trade off for pleasure in pain… for what I didn’t see, didn’t know. If I listen will they help me grow… out of this nonsense-sense mind of mine again. To feel alone in time knows no end, So I listen… Listen to them, those are the lines. They bend again… and again. The branches align… […]

09 Jul 2017

Black Sheep

Black Sheep I saw your face through a teary window Said you couldn’t sleep That you fought the day And lost in the rain Talk talk talk to me Hey what’s the matter You were born in the space between A black sheep Awake and cursing the chatter That sound you’ve learned to drown Sometimes and again Still you told me you could hold together Its easy to see, because you know And it makes you laugh Never wanna mind […]

18 May 2017

Caught by the Moon

I wrote a little thing yesterday in a waiting room.  The photos came by night, unable to sleep….around 1am by using only streetlight coming in my bedroom windows. Waiting Moon You…you…find me like this, and I’m sorry You…you…love me like this, like I’m worthy And for all I know, I can’t comprehend it And you’ll never make me understand it Chasing me down that silent street My streetlight shadows outrun my feet, and I’ll trip again on that unsteady tightrope For […]

10 May 2017

The Tear

The Tear I got to hold her in my arms again, after so many years No longer of flesh and bone, she’s free to find me In my dreams…for a few too short moments she’s there It’s an unbearable heartache when she disappears I can’t let go, so I hold on and hold together the tear My mind finds a way to give me what I miss, what I need So that deep sorrow upon awaking will soon let up And […]

07 May 2017

Forest of Fate

The world inside once dormant, ignites, yielding to karma’s everlasting night. Seasons circle in the forest of fate… Everything as intended, without escape. The moon between branches aligns souls in a cocoon of limbs, entwined. Through leaves, rain, flowers and snow; lips, petals, water, and wombs will Let go.     About the artist: Natalie’s primary goal as an artist is to evoke feeling through her words and photographs.  Her artistic journey began long ago but it wasn’t until she entered […]

02 May 2017

Motoring Adrift

Audio I wonder what you will see, if you close your eyes, and listen to the words by clicking above.   Motoring Adrift After holding back her head and losing all her heart, those echoing beats still blink and swerve. In a hangover of fallen leaves where the grass is no longer green, what will sustain her? Hens with jagged elbows poke, over and over, her soft earthen autumn feathers. Shooed away with a steady stomp and stormy exhale, this […]

24 Apr 2017

Hear Me Now

Hear Me Now Hear me now, I’ll not be silent or still… lonely or left alone. Down a long road, so many years ago… fortune threw me a megaphone. Hear me now, your burden is mine… but I’ll not cry for it on my own. Lights turned low, but I’m louder still… darkness won’t shelter my sound. Up the highest peak, feet swept in sand… fingers pulling the clouds. Lights turned low, the curtains are closed… I’ll not scream but […]

31 Mar 2017

Room 501: Love is a Contiuum

Preface This story is the result of trusting the writing process to unravel and explore some traumatic points in my life, occurring within about a 6 year span as a child.  When I began writing, I had no idea how much would be revealed to me along the way.  The personal struggles I address are shared by many and are very complex.  To write this story in a linear, straightforward way would seem like oversimplification given the swerving and circuitous […]

23 Feb 2017

Between the Frames, Inside the Tracks

Between the Frames, Inside the Tracks Focused on light-beats between the frames Veiled in vain to disguise she’s still the same, yea though she’s ever changed While self-prescribed tracks are dosed by the singing stereo Echoing the vertigo traps of circular thoughts Warm hands and soft tears never rival robots Inside her there’s no game, just an animal finding the wild She slings her laughing lassos with static smiles, too blue to mock Never holding still for the darkness, looping […]