When There Are Gaps In Knowledge, The Vacuum Can Be Filled With Myth, Especially In Reference To A Woman,

D.L. Smith

I am half finished, incomplete as the moon in it's phases, yet still I am curved into a crescent smiling at my shadowed half

💫 ANNOUNCEMENT: my first book is here! 💫

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it has been a dream of mine for so long and now it's a reality (though it does still feel a bit surreal, even as i hold it in my hands). with the help of my talented illustrator—my brother—i am finally able to share it with you all!

this book is essentially my heart and soul and i do hope you find a place for it in yours. thank you for all of your support; your sweet words and appreciation for my poetry has made this journey even more worthwhile.

available formats are paperback and kindle on Amazon. i hope you enjoy! 🥰💫

Strained and wanting

I simmer below the surface,

a thousand pieces of light

stretched thin and glaring

piece together my skin,

thoughts rumbling through

troubled waters, fine lines

and wasted moments,

preoccupied with nothing

This numbness wails against the silence of my lips, my mind haunts the existence of my abyss...................

everytimeyousaygoodbye ©

Some small things in this world that I like and am very grateful for #1

Ice

Slipper socks

Sun umbrellas

It was true love felt, never true love given

Rain falls on the many and sunshine only a few. In moments of joy, rain sure does feel like sunshine.

It’s quite nice to spend a while dancing through time

suspended in its ticking hours and days 

forever a breath away from endless moments

"It is not every one," said Elinor, "who has your passion for dead leaves."

I feel that my entire experience with reading Jane Austen's Sense and Sensibility can be summed up in the sarcasm of that sentence.