You read between
the horizontal lines
And ended up trapped
inside my sweater.

I'm tired of fighting myself
emotionally drained
unsustained
with empty promises i
will contract some sanctity
for you

these words lack the luster
to get you back to me
in my arms
in the home of your soul
i've gone off the rails.

a narrow minded walk through the
paths life has to offer
living for others
without a true lover
i don't know what i need
to make it out alive

who am i kidding,
we all lose at this game
called life
our time runs out
call it quits,
86
don't push it, baby
you've gone too far

100 words down
a few billion more to go
until i run out
they've lost their flow
live
without

death is only a horizon
and i'm ready for my ships
to set sail
i'm ready for
my suns to set

they call it a gift,
some kind of magic
don't waste it,
lose it

a shot in the dark
a walk in the park
a day to remember
and a night to forget
God wouldn't save her
if it came down to her last breath

hide the knives and
hide the drugs from me
i am a hazard to society
i am a hazard to myself

crazy.

Under the stretching of the skies where clouds surprise migrating swans and swallows swallow hard,she came to me with open eyes and arms and took me far away.
We landed in an Island sun to coconuts and Navy *** and before the day was done and the moon was on the rise,I looked again into her eyes,
she nodded her assent,
We kissed so silently her breathing deafened me and there upon the sand beside the moody sea,
I made love with her and she made love with me.

Life started playing games with me
Instead of the other way around
It pulled the rug from underneath my feet
The kicked me when I was down

What hurts worse is life and I
We used to be the best of friends
I'd like to go back to the way things were
But feel it's to late to make amends

Out of the blue life up and moved
I hear he's not doing well
Seems the way he's treated all his friends
Is finally taking its toll

I must say that at times with life
And I've learned this lesson well
How to handle most of it
Is really hard to tell

Drifted skies
Parted hearts
Holding hands
Souls never part

This presence that the
World so gave
Somehow is stronger
From the grave

No touch no sight
No camera to hold
A memory
In sight

Sisters chosen from
Where water was far
Thicker than even
The blood we shed

© Sia Jane

When the night for the passing fairies stood breathless still
The full moon in molten sorrow broke down the hill
His eyes would fill with tears, his lips in anguish twitched
In drunken murmurs of a lost soul in moon’s spell bewitched.
He would be up there on Top Hill silhouetted in moonlight
Sinking in her spilling milk in ecstatic delight
Watching the moon scale upon the meridian’s peak
In the inexplicable awe of a frenzied lunatic.
There wasn’t no full moon without him on Top Hill
Perched on its crest dreaming to have his fill
Sailing in the silvery waves not knowing to anchor
Pledging his eyes to the moon till they couldn’t take anymore.

One night as he climbed up to bathe in the blinding white
The glowing disc was too much to behold, his heart stopped in fright
They found him atop Top Hill, his eyes in wide gaze
In them lay captured, his last moon’s passage.

The coroner opined that his heart failed him
To the taxing trek uphill he fell a victim
But the real cause, they would never get it right
That night having his fill, he died of moonlight.