than unchanging stubbornness
sacrifice that transforming is better
more beautiful.

I'll play guitar, you go to sleep
In the morning I will meet
Your eyes again,
But until then
My love, sleep well.
_M.

Please let me come out of the pollution - i said.
cleanse me,
let me look with the happiest eyes,
in clear colours.

My God, don't make me be a mist
I know I feel better this way
but the alternative life make me confused

I don't want to be like that

Help me,
help me find a way out
from the labyrinth of suffering,
because for the first time in my life
i want to spread my wings
and fly high,
without being drugged.

A restless mind in the still of night  
burdens my heavy head
on the softest pillow.
As for sleep,
I’ll surrender the fight;  
Instead, I lie awake,  
embracing creativity
in the all-too-quiet,  
weaving my poetry.  

Lizzie Bevis

the mountains cry
as you weep for a love
you knew only in dreams
a mirage you concocted
a smokey appearance
you took for real life
the world can't touch what isn't
and you can't touch what is