Davina
Profile
I feel like Im losing my mind at any given moment, and a lot of times I actually am, but I just discretely scoop up the mess that splatters on the floor and put it all back where it belongs and carry on. Sometimes its my mind that goes missing, sometimes its my heart, sometimes its my morals, my good conscience, sometimes even my spirit tries to get away. Im pretty sure its a rarity for me to be altogether completely whole and right. Im a shifting thing, always different, always something else than I was yesterday, but today, right now at this very moment…I am a god and I am beauty beyond comprehension.
Groups
Davina is a member of All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Anecdotal Phone Pics, Art of Erotic Visions, Astronomy, Bits and Pieces , Blue Room, Creative Inspirations - [2pw], Dearly Departed, Freedom to Shine, The Word Tree and Two Word Challenge.
Writing
Goddamned Brilliant
The sky was Goddamned brilliant that day, / azure and infinite. / You held my hand / as we waded through / waves of golden grasses. / The sky was so damned brilliant that day, / every cloud bleached w…
New Moon
The Tree / and The Wind / slid / against / each other / under / the deep / blue / velvet night. / They / swayed / and they / bent / and they / whispered / seductive / secrets / into / the dark. / The …
Home
Your eyes / are two / seas / reflecting / prisms / of / the sun. / I lift / my hand / to shade / my face / and / find / myself / consumed / by warmth. / I dig / my toes / into the / hot / sand / and …
Best Friends
Lightning bugs / kept spattering / against the / windshield. / He stared / at the / glowing / guts / until / they / faded away. ‘What happened to us?’ / he asked, / plaintively. I ke…
The Arsonist
Your / words / are / shards / of flint, / relentless / relentless / re / lent / less / ly / striking / against / my / shielded / heart, / sparking / flames / in my / tinder / love / and the / tongue…
Summer Solstice
The trees were melting / under a pale / moonlight / and we / stood around / in the dewy grass, / our feet bathed / in shadows. / Our voices / mingled with / the breath / of the branches, / and our lau…
