inside is a fire;
never will it go out
my scars are the
only reminder
of all that was dire.

You are created
You are ended

Death is inevitable
Living a sweet life is not

Make your concious life
Worth it.

What you call
insane
Is the good
side
Of an ******
dreamer.

I want to be the one
To love you for who
You truly are.
I want to be the one
To admire all of
Your flaws.
I want to be the one
To give you
Butterflies.
I want to be the one
To put a smile
On your face
When I come to mind.
I want to be the one
You love.
Can I be the one?

Loneliness intrigues
Sadness-
Although
Being alone
Intrigues thought
In which sparks
Questions that may
Never be answered.

Leading a long journey
through her wicked mind
who could ever understand
such cryptic thoughts?
With a mind of her own
her heart shall roam
lingering into unknown
universes.
The stars in her head
were the thoughts of the sky,
the tears she cried
were each a galaxy-
all holding a different kind
of existence.
Her vile acts
were evil to others,
but who can understand
what is thought
only in the mind
of the chosen
one?

Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and
choose the sign of your day
The day’s divinity
First thing you see.
A vast radiant beach
in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it’s quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us.
Choose, they croon, the Ancient Ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they croon,
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream
Come with us
Everything is broken up and dances.