I'm still a child,
in most senses.

I would be one to say no child deserves to die.
And so I don't deserve to die.

not sheltered by delusions

oppressed by the truth

free

smooth
as marble
strangely warm
are her
alabaster arms

benieth
long bangs
a curve of grace
is her
piquant little
face

a waif-like
gamen little thing
she is a fairie
with no wings

a smudge
of feathers round
her head
she lies on tile

almost
dead

the world saw
her wounds and scars
but we don't
care unless they're

OURS


now her
pain is
in the
past

now
she
has
her
wings
at
last




(c) SoulSurvivor Aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

I wake up early
with this poem in my pocket
and the sound of the sea
my arms stretched out
across a crimson sky
the sun rise of
untouchable love
I catch my
invisible breath
I see you smile only
in my memory
the waves of emotion
are reaching out for a
soft place to land
as the wild flowers bloom
in an open field of a
thousand sleeping wishes
I miss what I
decided to destroy
when the spring wind screams
at this world of broken dreams
I search for level ground …
Clay.M

I don’t need your time.
I have you in my head, heart, and soul.
But if you have nothing better to do,
I would never mind your time.
“If only… in some other universe, we had every waking minute for one another.”

There's a little more room at this moment
And I won't ruin it if the calm sets in properly
And if I get included properly permanently
(And it's not just me that matters)
By contradicting what my soul has been longing for
For
So
Long
But
Neither
Will
I
Say
Amen.

Amen God.
There's hope! You glorious creature lord. Your might is incomparable
And may your light shine down upon us all
Amen.