A fallen leaf
(now brown and dry)
died with a wish
to fly high
to reach the sky
or
to get burned~
giving fire a longer life
or
to get buried
feeding the earth
or
to float on water
giving an ant
a reason to not die.

Every tear we cry
Burns away the fears inside
Our flames grow stronger

"Will you stop smiling already?"
I can't. I'm laughing at life and how momentarily intense it is.

I think that answer might scare some people

1, The princess never has to do anything for herself
2, The princess isn't allowed to do anything for herself
3, The princess must do exactly as is said by everyone else

Strike the first from the list- this is the real world, no time for fantasy
The other two work out, the second especially now that

Time is splitting away! This down the rabbit hole, this through the looking glass, until
all that's left is a shame, there's no time at all for the princess

Lock your lips, breathe in, breathe out.
How do you keep choosing and choosing to do the right thing
when time and again
everyone else pushes poisoned apples and sharp spindles down your throat?

Take your orders, little marionette, dance away your nights and days
Tatter your shoes, dear princess, step by weary step in this dazzling cage
And pray that when the music stops
someone will notice that you have started to fade.

It’s funny, sort of
Every one of us here, at least most of us here, are alike in one way

We all share the same secret

Push your hair to the side, lean closer
I’ll whisper what you’ve refused to know in your ear

It isn’t good for us here

After all, catharsis works in both ways
We’re throwing our darkest soul corners out at these screens
Hour by wasted hour, the horror we relieve is refilled by haywire empathy

Why would we stay, you ask?
It’s an addiction, impossible to stay away

Imagine no rush of sharing, no reveling in thought,
No hiding in the words of others

We’re drawn back to these alphabet keys
The poetry of life haunting us all,
Chasing us through our deepest pain, herding us toward revelations we won’t understand
Controlling the world we see

We repress this whisper of truth, of course
We all know we’re not going to stop

But shhh! This is a
Secret
        Secrets are no fun unless you share with everyone.

How can you not see that you get to choose?
What- too drained by the never-ending news feed, too blinded by the electronic glare, too mired to glance above the stumbling blocks strewn across the way?
Your internal and external worlds aren’t meant to be made of only the material.
Consumption and awareness are not two of the same.

You pause before you lie to yourself.
“I’m done caring. I’ve cared too much.”
It wouldn’t hurt if you were done. The issue isn’t of too much, but of what.
You’ve invested yourself in a delusion, breeding only empty rewards.
Look beyond.

The color display of bent light in a raindrop, the warmth of touch passing between you and the one at your side, the nothing to something infinity of our universe-
It’s all breathtaking, it’s all beautiful, it’s all heart-rending, it’s all-consuming.
It’s all connected to, from you.

No one will ever again experience the world as you.
Life’s not about figuring out who you want to be.
It’s just about
being.

I'm dancing barefoot, bridges fall
My bones tear my skin apart, I feel them digging through
So easily they stab through my flesh
I wish I could rip myself out of my head, crush the voice box of my mind
hand death to that choking awareness
With just as little effort

I think then I would be happy

Happiness without thought may be bliss, it's also death, See the bridge falls down, and it topples on top of you, but you never knew it was there, it's death, it's death, it's death, So take your pick, madness or bliss, either way
*It's death for you in the end

How can I dream of living forever and want to **** myself all at the same time?

There's flowers by my bed

One red
A rose for my mother
A token of appreciation
For the car rides, the dinner times, the silly dances, the fights
That somehow slipped itself back into my room
A return of sentiment, I guess
A petal falls, it's edges turned brittle and hard, slightly torn
Worn
A rose like my mother, this is

Three blue
White carnations with dye inside
In their peak of bloom but there's die inside
Two are the same, but the middle one is small
They are
One for her, one for you and one for me
Blue for water, blue for sadness,
and blue for the winter season that never came to be
The lean towards each other, those three
Sisters

There are white dotted flowers, of which I don't know the names
Like all of those I've yet to meet

There are flowers by my bed
There are flowers in my head
In my life and my death,
it will be the flowers that mark my way.

To the people who have anchored me to the shore and kept me from drowning in the pull of life's undertow:

**Thank you.

Fall in love.
Memorise their face.
Their personality.
But pay close attention to their eyes.
If you love them their eyes will be perfect. The eyes never change.

I remember her eyes.
I remember how they glimmer when she's passionate about something.

I remember her eyes, with the most beautiful shade of blue, that would be more at home on a Caribbean beach.
Blue, like a cloudless sky, so relaxing, so enticing, so magical...

Her pupils, surrounded by a hazel chocolate ring.
Just bright enough to contrast her pupils and the perfect break for the sea of magical blue.

Her eyes, that when she was sad,
dulled,
made the day colder, made my heart sink. Makes my heart sink.
But when she was happy, they shone, shone like the brightest stars, made the day warmer, and made my heart race, chase, duck and dive.

Her eyes, that I'll never get to see again, not the same way. Because I lost them.
We were not meant to be "more than close friends"

Yet I remember when she used to obsess over me, and her eyes would glow like the purest gems and the chocolate ring would shine like polished gold. And now....

Now they don't....  They don't do for him what they used to for me...
My eyes when I see her glow, well up, and flood.

Because I lost her. The one pure thing. I lost her. Her eyes will never again save me.
And I can't save myself....

I'm sorry, I don't really know who you are...
But I saw you yesterday, and well, I've been seeing you a lot these last week's,
But yesterday was different, you appeared really sad, I would have spoke to you. But the bus carried on passed.