I want to run my hands down the highways of your body
And I want to find all the back roads nobody else knew existed
And maybe
Just maybe
You'll let me heal the car crashes on your skin
And dry the rivers falling from your eyes
I can clear the storm clouds in your head

Because all my maps point to you, dear
And I'd love a chance
To drive my way into your heart

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You slipped from my grasp
(Though I never held you to begin with)
And I fear
(With some concern)
That with that missed chance
(They seem to be piling up, don't they?)
Goes a little bit of my heart
(You tore it off with your smile and nails)
If I was polite
(Which I would be, if my momma taught me)
I'd smile and thank you for your time
(Like Good Little Girls should)
But since I'm not
(And thank heaven for that)
*******

You ****** me up and you don't even know it

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Last night,
With the way the lights framed your face and lit up your eyes,
I wanted nothing more
Than to tuck your hair behind your ear
And plant a kiss on your lips,
Hoping it could blossom into something more
Alas,
There was no water to feed it,
No sunlight to nourish it,
And I wasn't nearly drunk or brave enough
To start digging

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My room smells like alcohol and longing

Two things that really don't go well together

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The only thing I want is you
Slam me up against a wall,
**** me till I can't breathe,
I want you

The sounds our bones would make,
A hundred years from now,
The most beautiful ratta-tat-tat
Of our bones pounding like drums
Heavy, ******, filling the air with our chorus
Love is music,
Life is love,
It all goes in a circle,
And currently,
I keep coming back to you

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You wrapped your arms around my waist
And I could have stayed there forever

I think I swallowed my tongue
Because I could only hum at whatever you were saying

And it's a good thing you were holding on so tight
Because my knees almost buckled

The only thing I would have changed
Would be your lips on my neck instead of wherever they were,
Which was too far away for my tastes

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Eyes like flowers,
Peeking through the empty holes of your eye sockets

Remind me again,
Who said death was ugly?

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Paroxysms of emotion
Shake shake shake
Sha-
SHAKING
Out of my brain,
Trembling down my arm,
Ballroom dancing it's way into my pen,
And finally,
Exploding into ballet across these pages,
Pirouetting, spinning,
Filling with emotion these blind, blank bits of paper
They tell me what I am,
What I am made of

I quite like it,
Discovering myself

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They said she wore:
A ballgown of sadness
With a beautifully sad bow on her waist
And dark blue melancholic gloves
Her skin sparkled with wretchedness
And on her ears glittered joyless earrings
She wore her sadness well
But it didn't matter
Because no matter how stunningly they thought she wore her sorrow
She knew the truth:
Pain is never beautiful
So she stepped into a fire
So everyone could see:
"Depression's never pretty
And now it has killed me
Don't put flowers on my grave, please
I want everyone to know I died in hideous sadness"

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My room smells like springtime and I've never felt more alive

It smells like melting snow,
The first chirp of birds,
Heavy, brown earth peeking up at the sun,
Patchy grass that's finally breathing,
A shy Sun that wants to spread warmth,
And hope.

Hope that It Will Get Better
And we will Make It So

I feel I'm coming alive with the trees

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I used to have the husk of a seed inside me,
Badly in need of water and sun
And gradually,
Over time,
I watered it
And nourished it
I turned it towards the sun

And god, life is so
Beautiful

First it sprouted,
A tiny little green head poking up through the dead dirt
And it grew
And grew
And grew

And finally,
Look at me now,
I have vines running down my legs and arms,
Sprouting flowers of all colors
Red, bright pink, gentle yellow,
And -oh,
the vines wrapped around my ribs,
Sprouting out me eyes, ears, nose, and mouth
I'm just filled with happiness
-And Life
This is life, this green feeling in my body
...Sprouting flowers, not thorns

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When I write
It's almost as if
I'm planting a garden
With mystery seeds
I have
No
Idea what I'll end up with

I start with a good first sentence
A seed, if you will
And I water it, nurture it,
Letting the words take me where they like

It doesn't always work
Sometimes I fizzle out and am left with a dead plant, brown and ugly
But
Other times,
I'm witness to a towering flower,
Bursting with color and life,
Details abounding

I am a simple garden writer,
Planting the words
With my ***** of a pen

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Spring has truly come
The birds are bursting forth in rapturous song,
welcoming the sun, once and truly
People are coming into the store in shorts,
Their pale legs stark
Against the dark brown tiles
And me,
I feel,
Calm.
At peace.
the long winter,
It is over,
The dark has retreated,
And the sun -
It is all that remains,
filling my heart with unprecedented joy

I haven't' felt this alive in so long
And all because of some sun and warmth.

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