we are each a tiny planet
floating tirelessly
in an infinite galaxy
we call earth

Pink Periwinkles waving along
Various birds singing together
Amidst cool breeze
Under shadows of a palm tree
Listening in the garden of my home
Peace, solitude.
Oh, what a blissful life.

Your memory is a whip my love,
It strikes my heart raw and ******,
The halls of my mind ring with my screams,
The simmering steam of my emotion seeps through my skin,

Why so beautiful her fleeing grace?
Do my fingers resemble claws to you?

I never sought but to love her,
Still I sink in failure in this lonely place,
My tenebrific weather returns to hold me,
The clouds of my mind drown me, choke me in the gale,

Storms **** me, but never fast enough,

With hypnotic rays,
the sun shines
anointing many that view
with open heart.

Its purpose, for one
to find their greatness within
and dance free.
Some attune to it's guidance.
Some need more time.

With hypnotic rays,
the moon vibrates
encouraging many to look deep
into shadows of night.

Its purpose, for one
to know their Divine self
and dance free.
Some attune to its guidance.
Some need more time.

For best intentions
can break any hypnotic spell.
if freewill persists
and time isn’t right.

But alas, Moon and Sun will wait
shinning love endlessly
for they have all the patience of the world.

As the fireworks beautifully bloom in the sky it was a bit lonely
It’s funny how the wind blows along with time

As I held your hand during that night you smiled at me
It’s funny how I never smiled back and just cried

As I pull you close into an embrace you started to fade
It’s funny isn’t it, you were leaving away

As I tried to put back the pieces of you
It’s funny I never did

As I remember this memory
It’s funny, I’m crying now isn’t it?

As long as I can still recall the note you left
It’s never funny that you gave up on the life you lived
And that carved in me so deep.
                                          .            .            .

i will bite my tongue until it splits
and use my blood as rouge

i will lift my chin and **** my stomach in
like a statue in the louvre

i am the scent of honey in july
i am a cloud formation in the sky
i am a quiet girl who won't ask why

i am who i (you) want me to be