I came back in Spring
To see my garden had grew
With beautiful, magical flowers
Growing all over the place
Bluebells on either side
Of the garden path
Dark red Taboo roses
Of heavenly crimson
Climb the abandoned house
Wisteria a moonlight purple
Wraps it's vines around
The tall, majestic trees
Daisies grow beside the ferns
Such a lovely, living bouquet
Violas are growing
Underneath the hickory tree
Other flowers, too many to name
Are growing in my garden
They waltz in the heavenly scented breezes
My garden I remember
Planting with care
Toiling away all day long
Now rewarded for my prime of life
Striving to get those seeds planted
Now I have been well rewarded
With those treasured-cherished blooms
That I water each and every day
In my acorn watering buckets
That I use just for watering
My magical flowers
Growing silently
Secretly hidden
In my enchanted
Beautiful secret garden
That I so diligently
Planted with great care
Now they are growing
And I am very happy
Just to see them
Nodding and swaying
Some sweet dance
In the warm golden
Honeyed sunlight
Slanting across the
Whole wide world
And now my own
Little world is rich
With pure ecstasy
In happy golden moments
I can always come here
And think back
While silent memories return
And an orchestra of birds sing
In my own sweet garden
Where the fairies dwell
And keep me company
When I am lonely
And need a friend
My garden shall remain
Until the day when it
Shall wither and die

*~Marian~

My heart on my sleeve
I didn't think I could be a romantic

I was always better at hiding who I am
Whats love if you don't take a chance
Again.... . . and again
You bring out who I am

Happiness is all I could ever ask for
I don't want our relationship to be a chore

I'm not trying to score
Use you or start a cold war
I'm to tired and tore
We have both had our wars

Id like you to know that I am yours
For better or worse

I fall for you over and over just because
The pain is a little easier to take with a buzz

It doesn't have to hurt....

We can make it work....

As long as we are willing to trust
As long as we are willing to be hurt

I'm sorry for the tears I caused

I would give my life to make the wrong right

I'm tired of restless nights
Without you by my side

Im gone
turn me around
succumbed to pomposity
all i think about is success city

life is just a challange
gift from him
i am him
ya
thats right
its all me

give till im dead
thats my plea
hate seeing species hate
im here for progression

whats up with this fake?
replace fear with a blunt
i like it raw
reality is how i draw
any canvas i want to unfold
hold, make glow, and show to every inch of mind in the scene
planet earth is what i mean,
thats the lives.

If these streets could talk
they would whisper
holding on to the memories
Keeping them as silent as possible
but sharing them
to all those who
Listen.

Let's breathe.
Let's place our feet in the mud
and count the birds' songs without numbers
but with our souls
Let's let the branches speak to us,
the moon flood our skin,
the sun flood the land,
the flood chisel the river,
the bed grow to include us
Let's see life so precious circumnavigating
pushing on differently a little changed
Soon we succumb to the same
So laugh with a grim love and peace
that you come from the sun
sister the moon
become the mud
and the branch
that the circadian chatter of birds
will serenade
as we breathe.

emptiness has never felt so fulfilling.
nothingness has never weighed so much.
loneliness has never been so comforting.
intangibility i've never been able to touch.

freedom has never felt so conflicted.
innocence has never felt so unclean.
distance has never felt so constricted.
simplicity has never felt so serene.

trust has never felt so unnatural.
truth has never felt so far away.
beauty has never been so factual.
paths have never lead this far astray.

lifetimes have never lasted this long.
but seconds have never been so short.
words I could never put into song.
so writing them is my last resort.

Existence isn't free.
Misery is the cost.
I've never felt so "me".
I've never felt so lost...