Walk along the riverbed.
You will come upon a nymph,
Aged and smooth
As a riverstone
Sighing and singing with
The water’s flow
Ask her, “How are you, Nymph?”
And she will
Smile
Up at you and say
“I am but a tired soul
In a tired sea
Of tired souls.”
Her voice the soft bubbling of the river.

Walk among the trees.
You will come upon a dryad,
Ridged and furrowed
As the tree limb
Upon which she sat as she watched
The leaves fall with the autumn breeze
Ask her, “How long have you sat here, Dryad?”
And she will
Gaze
Down at you and say
“I grow and grow old
With the tree.
And the tree has grown tired.”
Her voice the raspy crinkle of the fallen leaves.

Walk amidst the flowers.
You will come upon a deva,
Light and sweet
As the honeysuckle she sat amongst
Watching and humming with
The many bees
Ask her, “Who are you, Deva?”
And she will
Frown
Away from you and say
“We, those of us that
Belong
To this place,
We are Afraid.
And we wish to no longer be Afraid.”
Her voice the wavering stems of delicate flowers.

The nymph chokes on her sisters' remains as
the dryad is cut down and shredded and the deva is
forced into restrained clay pots.

They cannot be freed by one
but by the response
of all.

she smiles like sun
you smell like rain
she listens to stories
and you write them

she hates smoke
you love fire
she'll stand aside
as you light them

she hated my voice
you hated my smile
she'll laugh along
as you taunt me

i loved her
you'll hurt her
but she'll smile
like she wants me

It hurts.
Your burn me from
           the
               inside
                      out.
But somehow
I find I simply
          can't
                live
                    without
you and that heat.
          Though it aches,  
                   Nothing can complete
me
    the
        way
             you
                  do.
And somehow
I find I simply
            just
                 don't
                        care
how much it hurts.
If you wish to have me
                       hurt me
         again,
I'm
    at
      your
           service.

the sun doesn't like me
the moon ignores me
the stars don't shine on me
but your smile lit my world

you left me, so isn't it lonely
its dark again and im shivering
i feel around in the empty
but everything i touch starts to hurt

isn't it lovely, letting me fall
i can't see anything at all
isn't it lonely, pushing me off
i promised i wouldn't let you get hurt

I'd hear your voice in my head,
Saying things you left unsaid
I wish i could see you again
I just wished you hadn't come down
I just wished you hadn't jumped off, my love
Why would you leave?
Why would you leave this to me?
This choice, on my own
It seems impossible, my love
Why would you leave?
Why would you leave this to me?

"I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul."

you are my dark thing.
that beautiful, painful secret i keep from the world.

can i be your dark thing?
no one ever has to see,
i just need you to love me as certain dark things are to be loved.

let's be dark things together.
creatures, monsters in secret.
between the chaos and the light.

I lost myself finding you.

You scared me that day
So I spent hours bringing you
back.
But on the way I dropped myself
and became your doll
So now I sit on your shelf
Until you lose yourself
again.

I found myself leaving you.

I can't see me unless I have a mirror.
I can see everyone through that glass.
But they are looking at themselves.

Hearts beat a rhythm all the same
As the workers in the factories
Pounding for their pay
Feet stomp a pattern all the same
As the birds in the skies
Looking for their way
Nobody lives without following the beat all the same
We all find it and look for something more
But we don’t need anything more
Than this rhythm, this beat
And when it stops that’s when I’ll meet
Her again.

The world will empty
Eventually
You’ll find your way out
Be it space or death
Ultimately
The world will empty

is the impenatrable silence between days i see you

Sometimes people just care too much
and it hurts.
But anyway
We'll try
We'll fly
and we'll fall.
Again
and again.

What really counts when it comes down to it

don't stop to smell them
breathe them in on the winds as you fly past

oh, pale lover
don't cry the tears of past pain
i'll hold you in the dark
of the night
shivering under the moon

oh, darling flower
let me guide you to warmth
i'll wrap you in blankets
and my love
follow me through the world

oh, creature cold
you'll find your way in life
use me as your lantern in
the effortless dark
let me light your path

oh, pale creature
i'll love you as you do
keep your eyes to the moon
and your hands in mine
this love will never die

i told him i didn't love him
every word burned truth
he said he could wait forever
he could hold his love to the last
that he could keep the time we spend
and capture it in the lens of his newly dusted camera
he said
"if that's where i can have you,
                         i'll love you there."
like a thing to be phtotgraphed
           he talked about me like a thing worthy of being kept
a story he never wanted to forget
           a moment to capture
"i see what others can't and keep it
                          the  difference between dreams
                                        and reality
                                            is her."

everybody’s eyes are different
some people look directly at me
while some wander off
and land on other faces.
some stare hard, others gaze gently
but you burn.
i can feel when you see me,
because its all i want
i enjoy the way you see me, I revel in the
burn of you .

When people
Talk about love
It always seems shallow.
But really,
How can creatures as simple as I
Be expected to use such a limited medium as language
To express a feeling, an emotion, a pull so deep
A process so quick yet so intricate
As the wide, beautiful waters of love
The raging, welcoming oceans of love;
The ever-confusing, always painful waves of love.
Its never shallow depths that drag me down.
And in the same way love is water,
                                Love is fire
Scorching heat, licking flames, crackling tinder, flying embers.
Love is as complex as fire and water, earth and air, infatuation and attraction.
It hurts beautifully and pleases terribly.
But we look for it in everything.
So if my love poems sound shallow,
if my songs are superficial,
my art simplistic,
Forgive the language’s
lack of expression.
For if the world meant ‘I love you’
Then I’d give you the universe.

I wouldn’t mind
If the sky was always grey.
I don’t mind empty days
Full of slow background music
And the clicking of keys.
I wouldn’t mind
If the light that came through my window
Were always pale and clouded.
Should I mind?
Most people do.
I guess I wouldn’t mind
If I just wasn’t like most people.
So, I could just say,
“Sky, I wouldn’t mind
If you were always grey.”
But, it’s pointless to say
For, over your natural blue
I’ll always prefer the grey.