The snow is crystalline and beautiful burying everything as it falls, a fairy palace made for dolls.

Just enter my consciousness to find what my aura may confess. Just enter inside my loneliness, Sadness and solitude can refresh, just enter into where prayers are said. I could put up walls to keep you out but I would rather share my fear and doubt. Sometimes I don’t know what to do, just enter … Continue reading Just Enter: Cassandra Kulay

Words stack up like logos showing a secret prisoner pulling at each thought until it drags heavy. Hiding hands across my back so no one sees what I have to give or want to take shielding my desire. Living out of not living but justifying. Wondering why someone once wanted an accounting telling me not … Continue reading Denial: Cassandra Kulay

The corner where she used to wait for the bus running regularly, on it's efficient daily schedule. The unbelieving nature turned upon itself like clockwork because of the unimaginable. Snow covered roof looking out on the white space of incumbent frustration. Should lasting memories portray the sun in the face of waxing nightfall? Cherished hopes … Continue reading Resilience: Cassandra Kulay

It was easy to start out ambitious, to believe all that mattered was fame and wealth, for those blessed enough to observe the cycles turning, gradually as the seasons, into love beyond measure, a religion of narcissism and cult innuendo. Blinded by recognition as a good in itself, the dramatic rivalries played out with operatic … Continue reading Decadent Creatures Wrecked by Mounting Ambition: Cassandra Kulay

Bare and cragged rock faces, a hard sparkle scented like eucalyptus and spearmint. Blue darkening into a green haven for icicles and ornament, needles as soft as carpet, a plush growth of chlorophyll, the foundation of waiting with years turning, in preordained concordance to the seasons. Stopping with the satisfied hum of motor cars, parents … Continue reading Pines: Cassandra Kulay

Grabbing darkness to me, low and heavy, velvet and sweet, mourning through pills as if they can cure society or the ills originating inside of me. There are hordes of gargoyles crowding the medication, climbing the walls like ivy, blocking my tears and sustaining me. A laurel crown of distinction, for every hopeful function, that … Continue reading Grabbing Darkness: Cassandra Kulay

How you gain wisdom is through the gifts the Creator has given you. The final product of the learning process is knowledge or wisdom. Hands on learning of methods cultivated to achieve a certain result (as is science 'experimental' method). Memorization of formulas and solutions, the acquisition of knowledge, precedents and antecedents. Facts and theories … Continue reading Wisdom: Cassandra Kulay

You died, your blue-gray skin reflecting all my pain, that you are leaving me this shell and going home again. What I would give is endless, just to see you lovely and vibrant, young, stubborn and trying, instead of stuck in this bed, bored and waiting for death. Then again, I envy you, this great … Continue reading Dead: Cassandra Kulay