I ooze despair
I leak despiration
it pools at my feet
warns others of the misery
till me soal does leave
my lifeless shell
my sagging skin

I watch you
you leave slowly
inching away
does guilt wrap you?
tether you still
close to me
the pool does drift you anyway
and away you go.

Most hate sun burns
the harsh shine of the sun
the tingling pain left behind
aching limbs which are bright red
like the sun's surface itself

I wait for the burn to pass
each hour reapplying aloe vera
to my aching joints
before bed I smother in the stuff
at which point I twist and turn.
Finding an angle in which my scorched skin
does not touch a surface proved to be a difficult task

But on the silver side of things
my kisses from the sun do pass
as does the sun itself.
In a cycle year after year
the sun never ceases to hug me
between it's busy schedule of keeping Earth alive
The most important job of all.

I love being home alone

The peaceful knowledge
of having no expectations placed onto you

The welcoming silence
of solely your own voice and opinions

The loving embrace
of the warm air all to yourself

I love being home alone
Just me and the walls
But sometimes it gets dark
The sun setting early
The air becoming stiffer
Aware of my idleness

the silence
    creaks
  with barrows
and feet
   depositing crates
  on the pavement

dried mushrooms
   black beans
           and chinese tea
  
inside the shop
     
  I smile at
the attractive 
     assistant       ..

I’m never kidding,
When I say I need humbling.
Life goes too good for too long,
I get too popular winning at too much,
That I forget what it feels like to lose out,
And I risk everything.
It’s so silly,
Complaining about succeeding,
But sometimes I miss the days I wasn’t on the radar yet.
Because now that I have so much,
My vision is fogged by greed,
I forget how to treat the people that brought me here.
I never learn,
Until I lay askew and burnt,
When my luck runs out.

It’s not magic.

People call me a pixie
they say I'm mischievous,
I'm actually evil
but also quite devious

You are so precious—
like the tears I try to hide
when joy overflows
and my heart opens wide.

You are so precious—
like a rainbow in the sky,
when the sun breaks through
and the storm says goodbye.

You are so precious—
like sunshine’s gentle rays
warming frozen hearts
on cold winter days.

You are so precious—
like the tender gaze we share,
when words fall away
but our eyes still care.

You are so precious—
like the laughter of a child,
pure and bright,
glowing with a light so wild.

You are so precious—
like a kiss upon the brow,
where souls softly meet
and time forgets to bow.

You are so precious—
like the breath I take each day,
quiet, unseen,
yet keeping life in play.

anthem; my song
plays, and I will
wind my own turnkey.
I'll dance, shaking
off the rust of shame
and regret;
it won't stop me.

If I'm stuck looking back
at the past, how will I ever
see the present?

overflowing with emotion;
every gaze, when our eyes
meet. I can make all the
promises like white lilies
on the shore, but you make
your way through the static
and always see me, only me,
a flawed girl made of ink.
If I promise to raise my sword
to your demons, could you
love mine?