When we were sleeping
We were like two crescent moons
Back to back, weeping

Something between us
Is screamed so loudly inside
Though not a word's heard

Challenges and Growth
Equally infinite
Each feeds the other

It's time to fly
A little birdie told me
I hope you get your dreams
And at that moment
I knew, I already had them
Because time is not linear
It circles around us,
Weaves through us
It is our breath and our blood
Our hopes and dreams
Time is a magic remedy
Not, as most see it, an enemy
Trust time, trust love
Have faith
In what's above
And what's below
Faith in-between
Your toes
Listen to your ears
Taste your mouth,
Feel your essence
Smell everything,
Everything but your fear,
It is no more
See your dreams
And you will be
Living them soon

I don't know quite how
My mind works: but I do I know
It's sick and twisted

Once the stork was tasked with making an arrow
Created to propel a new force, desperately needed
And so she was shot out on the straight and narrow
To ensure the world’s sacred gardens were properly seeded

Knowing the task was too big for one Fae alone
They prepared her with a foundation of guardians
Ones that would set her feet in most magical stone
The stone made her strong, but kept her from fleeing

She was tied to a life she didn’t quite understand
Feeling the tug of her purpose time and again
Always attentive to the important task at hand
Never able to escape the world’s mayhem

If only, if only she could just get one free pass
To see what it’s like to take that liberating glide
See faeries, they need the feeling of the grass
The sunlight, the music, it lights the fire inside

But when the stork was set to make that arrow
Did they expect the path to stay so straight?
Or were they aware that those paths lead to sorrow?
Is it straying from or staying on that pleases fate?

The path is full of thorns, no matter the route taken
So how does she know when she has strayed too far?
And just how is she to know when she is mistaken?
There is no real answer, but she still looks to the stars

I will not turn away from humanity.

I will not turn away from myself.

It's high time, for my time

To brightly, whitely shine

Especially so for those

In need of a recharge

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Breath fills the body, just as you do. You make up the universe; the universe is an enigma. All is one.

I'm supposed to be one of those people that's really good at life - but we all **** up, ya know?
I get angry and let it out.
I'm talkin' O.C.D. fueled fits of rage, laced with anxiety.
I come up hard and a come down heavy.
I am a hunk of walking meat filled with a brain that knows too much, a heart that loves too much, and a soul that feels too much.
I'm ******, we all are ya know?
But I'm a special kind of ******.
One that's just too much.
Highly combustible inside, yet the outside is a ******* L.E.D. lit welcome mat.
I want to tear it off and go at it Office Space style, ya know?

Grin with an open mouth
And aim for the wishing well
All your desires manifested
In swirling slides of porcelain

Sitting here with my thumb on a black hole
As of late I’ve allowed it to consume my soul
A temple made of tin, so pink and inviting
Til it starts to thrash; snarling and biting

I’ve let all the wrong people and things steer my ship
Let some of them command me with the sting of their whips
Cried, kicked and screamed “this is not what I wanted”
Yet still I sit here, thinking, drinking - utterly haunted