You lie
How you ****
Poorly, without passion.

Barcelona dreams
under Arizona beams
this city ain't big enough for the two of us.

We break bread
with those who are not right in the head
so that instead
we are not left for dead.

I could not even love  myself.

It's ok
To not be ok
Okay?

Sometimes I like to calm the crazy by letting it all hang out.
My aura is a confetti pop.
Picking up the pieces gets a little hard sometimes.
So excuse my colorful mess of existentialism.

poetry
fills in
the gaps
of my
soul.

And suddenly the world is ending
and you're not by my side.

Black pane, white chips
My bones are cold
Watching this storm unfold

i am home sick for a place that doesn't exist
no tea kettle upon a well loved stove
nor honey suckle on the old gate
only silence lingers- a thick fog now
and my visitors are far and few
guess withered hands don't write like they used to

**** me with your words.

Take my mind to another dimension
Make me beg to be where your story begins,
and tease me with the ending.

Hold me close in the blue Bali waters,
and spoil me with sheets made of gold,
when we are under but cotton.

Let your lexicon ravage my mind,
for I do not kneel beneath a man unread,
A man whose mind has not left his own
A man that does not know that the devil is in the details
The sweet intricate details of a woman's mind.

i don't want to be a beautiful little fool
i want to chase the unknown.

Don't bite the hand that feeds you
...Unless it is the only thing left

We must reap what we roe
God let mere mortal show
To death the embryo
A dark society that I know

They say you have seven minutes of brain activity from the moment you die until your brain shuts down

Memories in pixel form flash before my eyes and disappear forever

I'm running in a field trying to beat my childhood crush in a race, the summer sunlight kisses my cheek and I feel safe, warm, loved.

At 16 I can see my grandmother cooking dinner as we rush to the table for a dinner with aunts and uncles that became a blurry memory in life

The cruel reality of death escapes me as my husband grasps my hand in Greece with my young daughter in his arms

Life is brief, but heavenly.

"Nothings gunna hurt you baby".
He lied.