The vibrant dreams
of a young girl
And the elegent drapery
Of frivolous royalty
The colors of rage-
-and sadness
Of power-
-and compromise
Immersed into one
And spit out
Onto lavender fields
And violet sunsets
And all sorts
Of delicate little pretty things
Telling stories of burning love
Mixed with icy lonliness
On the writer's palette
Like the violet buds of affection
Nipped in their juvenile buds
But also the wilting leaves of a lilac
Left to rot past its prime

Tread the un-treaded path.
Think of the inconceivable.
Do the improbable.
Big or small does not matter,
You will be viewed seperately.

To love me is to accept sleepless nights; to accept immortality; to accept that you love what you cannot mend. In other words (which are not my own):

“I do not know what makes a writer, but it probably isn’t happiness.”

I have tasted human flesh
From the oven of
Lips and tongue;
Dripping well-dressed
In savory sauce,
To stir me to feast on.

As sweet as candy
Don’t you think watermelons dandy?

It’s got seeds
It’s nice and fresh
It’s green

There’s no other fruit in sight
I’d like to eat

The sun is out.
Big and beautiful.
Through my eyes the sun has gone.
There is only darkness and sorrow.

The sun is bright.
Blue and warm.
Through my eyes I feel cold and lifeless.
There is only darkness and sorrow.

Will I feel the sun once more.
Will I feel the heat and warmth from the sun once more.
Will the sun shine through to me once more.

Has the sun gone forever 😪

Love (down)

I love you
And you will never hear me say
That I don't
I know
We are meant to be
I can't believe that you think
You're not beautiful
I'm sorry but
You are mine
You can never say that
I'm lying

Evol (up)

I am moving constantly, never stop,    
And no matter what you have to decide,  
I won’t wait for you; so understand that    
I can be, or I can’t be, on your side.  

In whatever manner you are wounded,  
And are hurting inwards or outwards still,    
You can reduce the wounds and heal yourself,  
To help you ease away your pains, I will.  

Along the way if you have loved and lost,  
Feelings which you cannot cope anymore,  
You can depend on me to set you free,  
With the minutes and hours from my store.

I will be your faithful friendliest foe,  
Or I will be a most unfaithful friend,  
I am forever extremely precise,  
Right from the Beginning until the End.    

You can remember me from a clock’s chime,
I am cold and heartless, for I am TIME.