Tierra Idelis
Bio
Writing is my survival. It is my therapy and my release. It’s a way to set free the many aspects of me. Take a dive into my complex ocean of emotion.
*Poet, writer, musician, lover, goddess, tree hugger, and dreamer*
Stories (4/0)
Emerald
“Oh no!” she exclaimed. Her morning was spent at one of her favorite spots-a bench that looked out over a waterfall. An ordinary day, but once she made it home, she realized her notebook was left behind. This was not just any notebook. It’d became one of her most prized possessions- a trustworthy and faithful confidant.
By Tierra Idelis 3 years ago in Futurism
Adventures with Orgone
A caged barn owl, I pondered. What sense does that make? Growing up I dreamed of being an owl because they seemed so wise and free. They didn’t need materials to define their identity. They were on their own schedule. Sleeping when most are awake and feasting at night when most least expect. I’d hear their hoots from a far, and If I was lucky, I’d find the culprit. So much mystery- too much to be locked away and stripped of their game with prey. Maybe it was my love for them that brought me here. Or maybe she cried out to me hoping I’d set her free. I was always an adventurous girl, but even I was stunned that I was trekking through the woods alone at night. It was as if something was calling me; a call that I couldn’t ignore. An hour passed and I was covered in dirt and twigs. This area was unfamiliar to me, but my swift and sure moves said otherwise. In all this darkness, shined a light. Suddenly, I knew that was my beacon. There was a window to a house I’d never seen before. I had no idea where I was or whose land I was trespassing on. I didn’t care; I followed my gut. I looked in and big, beautiful eyes pierced through me. The fire behind them set a flame to my heart.
By Tierra Idelis 3 years ago in Petlife
Adventures with Orgone
A caged barn owl, I pondered. What sense does that make? Growing up I dreamed of being an owl because they seemed so wise and free. They didn’t need materials to define their identity. They were on their own schedule. Sleeping when most are awake and feasting at night when most least expect it. I’d hear their hoots from a far, and If I was lucky, I’d find the culprit. So much mystery- too much to be locked away and stripped of their game with prey. Maybe it was my love for them that brought me here. Or maybe she cried out to me hoping I’d set her free.
By Tierra Idelis 3 years ago in Petlife
