she said she was born on the edges
of paintings someone had always forgotten to finish
she said she lived on the banks of rivers that never reach the sea
her voice trailed off at every juncture
giving the afternoon a song
that only the heart could hear
“and do you feel this as I do?”
gazing softly into nowhere

She paused
and let a sigh that vaulted a chorus to her presence
it heralded above all the things we could never see
it wrapped it’s arms around the world
and gave birth
to what she had always yearned to say
but language had always failed

from the fragrance of the river
she shed her outer most layer of mistrust
“we are”, she said “incapable of deserting ourselves here"
“it is this naked hollow that
bestows the paths
from which we will approach"

“by looking
into you I have already been laid bare,
let us reach under this skin,
touch the untouchable
and finish the edges of a painting
long forgotten
and stained with the graffiti
of your past”

ive come back
the doors in brain
had been locked
I had forgotten
I’m the girl with the all Keys
In a world with all the Locks

May god have mercy on my soul.
Unraveled, I battle my shadows, but I'm fragile to the bone, marrow.
I channeled peril through my code, It's too late to be careful.
And your guilt won't spare us, In this world we're we live so baron.
No marriage or parents I'm just waiting for a caravan

The oceans whispers
My ear adhere
Near the river

As I seek peace in silence
Rthymes of soft music comfort me
in its peaceful hands

As rose petals emittes sweet smell,
My nose bow as it inhale
To seek solace peace

In an abusive relationship?
You got legs?
Run!
You got no legs?
VANISH!

27 summers old,
One winter short
Of  bright sunlights.
I haven't been here before,
Now I am of age,
Soon another summer,
Or not, its all chance.
Every one is our first,
And fadingly a last.
27 summers old,
Am blessed evenly,
Of a dark right hand,
And light in the other,
To keep my heart in order.
Life in it's seasons,
Curse death, every fig has to dry,
Dry into its death.
Aw beautiful summers,
Cold winters harsh,
That is the harmony of life.

And with a sincere smile,
she looked to the stars
knowing the future was worthwhile,
even, with a thousand scars.

Unloving you
is the hardest thing
that I can do in life.

I hope you're well
because you deserve all
the good in this blue world.

Unknowing you
is what I must do
to stay sane in this life.

Money may not
grow on trees
But far too many people
are willing to go
out on a limb for it

your eyes are full of galaxies and i just want to sit and stargaze until i discover every last one.