there's a world inside your mind
and it wants you to find
a place for others,
without changing
the bookshelves
the music
or the way that you walk through the door.
It might be the means of replacing
the fear which stops you from living
and giving
and laughing
as yourself.

all the flowers bloom in spring
all the flowers bend with the wind

there’s so much beauty in those fragile things
they are living proof that being sensitive can be
all you need to feel the wholeness of your being

I buy myself flowers
and put them in a vase
I keep them close to me
as a reminder
of how soft
I can be

I’ve been
caught
In a long
forgotten
Snare,
its claws
Deep
into my
My flesh
scratching
And itch
in my
Bones
I haven’t
Been
able
to reach,
As I
sit and
Contemplate
Death,
the leafs
Of an
old tree
Slowly
catch
A ride
upon
The
wind,
And
touch
The
soil
In front
of
My feet
with
Nurture
and love,
Making
me
a bed
To
lay on.

the words
I never had a chance to say
are eating me alive
from inside out

the fog
the heaviness
when brains refuse to work

are all the brains this stubborn?
or is it just mine that won’t work?

as the clouds cover the moon
so do our memories
to my heart

where there used to be light,
not much can come through
since our love died,
you kept it with you.
all i have left
it isn’t enough
to get me to shine
the light inside

i’m slowly fading
just waiting to die