I wish the sky wasn't blue
And the water below so pure

I wish the mountains weren't so rough
And the weather so fine

I wish the wind were silent
And the traffic not this fast

I wish the sun didn't shine
And happiness ever last

I wish tomorrow weren't just another day
And I wouldn't cry

I wish I didn't love you this bad
I wish I could let go

I wish I could help staring at the sky above
I wish I could lie

I wish these stars weren't real
I wish we could hide

I wish the truth wasn't the truth
I wish I could fly

Away

Away from my self
Away from you

I want your lisp.
To pull it out from between your lips, to spool it around my finger and wear it as a ring. To thread a string through it and wear it near my heart.
I want it for when you are far, to have you near;
And for when you are near, to have more of you here.

Just as wetness gather in the corner of my eyes
Or my heart goes wild thumping, panicking,
a fierce warrior arises with armor, shielding,
standing between me and the entire world,
ready to deflect anything that befalls me.
The warrior of self comes to my defense  
crooning to me in the most heavenly voice
whispering the most assuring words
with belief in me, chasing away distress.  
Well composed and indifferent as  I may seem today
the warrior was born when I had sunk to the ground,
crawling, weeping, struggling to get back up on my foot.
When I rose, there arose a warrior too in my mind.
Thence not a drop of tear I could drop on the ground.

I want to be a leaf.
A tiny leaf atop a tall tree,
where darkness holds no sway,
where the stars shine during long nights,
where the sun can warm me on tough days.

I want to watch as foxes run,
to hear the wolves howl at the moon,
to feel the wind and rain on me,
to be one with nature.

I want to live the life of a leaf
without suffering and pain,
to be at peace and feel safe
when I bloom and when I fall.

i used to dream in black and white,
grays blending together the scenes that
spin spin spin
until i can't differentiate black from white.
i dreamt about shriveling flowers and endless hallways
and never being able to scream;
and then i met you.
suddenly i was dreaming in color,
a luxury i thought would never come to fruition,
flowers popping and life breathed back into trees.
i never knew how beautiful it was to have someone hold you at 3am,
to kiss your bruises and tell you your scars are angelic
even though the way you acquired them isn't.
i never knew how beautiful it was
to dream in color.