I picked up love once,
It, stranded on the pavement, wilting in the heat,
One arm stretched to the soil,
The other at me.
I bent over and cradled love in my hands.
It's frail and delicate thorns
Broke  under the light pressure of my palm,
It's paper-thin petals shattered into broken and dismembered sorrows.  

Although secure it seemed to long for something else.
It twisted and turned,
became restless in my safety.
It thrashed and shook, it convulsed,
And wept silent open wounds.  
It began to decay, burning what was important on the inside into embers of ignored pain.

From beauty to remarkable,
from remarkable to beauty again.
And from beauty the tragic of love was gone.


I picked up love once.
And when I put it down, only ashes remained.

when I was younger I thought fairytales were real.
As I grew older I thought dreams would never come true.
Now that  I'm a mother and much wiser, I wish for myself and deserving others that all of us can live safe and healthy  and live not in poverty, and most of all ,live in this world happily ever after.

Benign, benevolent ballerina bubbly bathing by beautiful blossoming balsams.

A gander I took and I was a statue, still, allured, and enchanted. my lips basted by beauty, before her I was an apparition, lost in forests of adulation.

A vanishing spirit soon to be a vestige of a vestige. I shall wage wars, arm myself and battle my way to her hands that can melt the glaciers residing in my heart.

our world is collapsing
our minds are very suicidal
we have knives in our hands
and we fake it everyday
we hope it'll be okay
but it won't be today or any other day