It's night again, darkness calls
Rubies fall from cut paper,
shimmering
Like the Nile river at sunset
Painted visceral eyes, pour forth diamonds
sparkling,
as a spider web
kissed
with fresh morning dew in June,
dripping from lashes drawn with
charcoal

Still, ticking continues

Even for paper people
~A

Was a sweet sunny day
when I saw a little bee
happily zipping along
singing his sweet song
he zipped right past me
I chased him around
and around an oak tree
trying to capture him
and make him all mine
so I could have my fill
of his sweet tasting honey
everyday all the time

I yield to the chanting winds
The ones draining my strength
I try,
I pull,
But I  fall, and
My rivers run red

And sometimes I lose hope
Tormenting whirlwinds nesting in my head debilitate my mind and body...
as my soul hangs from tattered sheets

I can't weep...tears don't solve a thing
This life just stings and for a second I plead
If this is it...agony and pain...
Then please understand
I'm not strong enough
To carry on

Heart beats and paper wings,
Tattered clothes and souls that sing.
Beauty that relies on grace,
Salty tears that run down the face.
Hopes that give a crown and throne,
Fears that wittle down to the bone.
Angels protecting with all their might,
Demons killing out of spite.
Making sure another dies,
She won't live to be a butterfly.