She's always been like a tree,
Rooted and strong.
The resemblance
Only grew with her age.
The wrinkles of her face-
Hard and intricate bark;
And her wisdom reaching-
Branches offering shade

I am not my feelings
And my feelings are not me
They are just the tools of nature
To influence productivity
I need not get caught up in them
I will heed what they have to say
Then continue on again
And get back to my day

it's strange
this coming to terms with age
my body grew without my mind
i thought i was a child still
upon retrospect
it happened without me
my mind has changed
too many experiences to remain naive

I'm a fake human
It's true because they say so
I'm not even real

resting in my cheek
clinking against my teeth
round
hard, but
smooth
the sugar crust
sweet
taking away a little of the bitterness of life

You waste away your day you say
And I will tell you "it's okay"
It's okay to be lazy
(If it doesn't drive you crazy)
Do something that makes you proud
If that means to shrug off the shroud
Then give that shroud a good'n tug
Go outside and unplug
Know that the initial leap is the hardest
Take that chance, try your darnedest
And soon you may come to find
Though we try to occupy the mind
That waste away we all must do
How it happens is up to you
Even the sky at times is blue.

I tried to analyze the flames by standing in the coals
and in the the midst of it I froze
Not froze, I suppose but rather burned
As the fire around me churned
My head, it melted
The thoughts did seep.
When your mind is lava 'cool' is hard to keep.

i find comfort in your touch.
like a swaying cradle,
i fall into your arms.
larger than life,
in this tight embrace.
engulfing my body
is your firm muscles,
packed under skin.
i'm like a baby again
at it's mothers breast.
the vibrations of your voice,
rhythmically burrow in,
and calm my busy mind.

little ball of confusion
like static it tingles
prickly to the touch
sleep in the head

pull me close, and grip me tight.
for as soon as you've got me
i'll dissolve in your palms.
like an hourglass,
sand running
your fingertips;
my silken shadow will drape.
leaving you empty as a drum.

I was proven wrong
I will adjust myself to
Understand my faults

To meet someone new
Is to become new yourself
Leave all in the past

I hear myself in whispers,
I glimpse myself in dreams.
But that is all just (a) sandman's lust.
And I will never be me.

I was lying in bed
The covers ****** me in.
Into a deep black void
Where time's an illusion
There was nothing there
No sounds or visions to be seen
Existence is false,
There is no I or even me.

If only I had wings sighed the man,
I'd fly away from here.
If only I had feet sighed the bird,
I'd run to the ends of the earth.

These few spoken words
Leave much to be desired
Yet they say it all

Longing migration,
My heart is caged, wings bound.
Searching for springtime

Acts of a few are
Not representational
Of groups as a whole

still deep black waters
hiding mysteries below
lilies bloom on top

it scratches–
just like the branches
of our faux christmas tree
that i stand by ***** for the photo
i don't smile
i don't want to
i hate wearing this dress

My mind is numb
I sit and think.
The thoughts don't come;
A blank page with no ink.
Do I feel?
It's hard to say.
I don't know what it is today.
Beyond the edge of perception,
Dark clouds foam
Come to join the depression reception?
I wish I could go home.

In a crowded room
I look down at the floor
I close my eyes and all is no more
I'm swept away
To a world of my own
Only me here,
I'm back in my zone
I don't have to worry
About people or things
I drown out the chatter
That anxiety brings
But all too soon my
misted mirror must fade
I'm out of my mind
And back to the charade.

lift up your face
let your radiance
like the sun shine
fill up this space
with your sapience
(i) wish i could enshrine

I walk in the snow as chilled wind blows
My boots tied tight, socks warming my toes.
Pale moonlight reflected off the crystal white
Giving a mystical glow to even the darkest of nights.
Up the yard, I walked, and through the garden fence.
Towards the greenhouse lead by my muscle sense
Following the tracks I had left from the night before
A hut of a greenhouse, I stop just briefly outside the door
The sky is clear and the moon so bright
I wave to the lunar man as I do each midnight  
He waves back and blows me a kiss, such bliss is this
But it’s too cold to stay, once inside I can relax and reminisce this day

melancholy thick enough to swim
i'm going to drown myself in this
rain races down the windowpane
just like the tears on my face
cigarettes after *** faintly plays
city lights seep across my canvas
painting a picture of me missing you

I wish things weren't
black and white
i find myself
so often
in the gray spaces
in-between

Sing me a lullaby
Make it soft and sweet
Sing of stars and cookies jars
Just beyond our reach.
Tell me that you love me
And hug me to your breast
Then lay me down gently so,
And dreams will fill my rest.

I love to sit in the garden,
Where little troupes of bees
Buzz and gather pollen,
Around the rosemary.
I love to sit in the garden,
Where the flowers' delicate and fair,
Respiration gives crisp oxygen.
And fragrance the spring air.  
I love to sit in the garden,
And sense the warm sun on my skin.
Feel that vitamin D, and to soak it in.
I love to sit in the garden,
And watch the blue-jay play.
See the robin harken.
It's there I'll spend my day.

Phone conversation,
Leaves me feeling uneasy.
I do not like this.

Nighttime, and a cloak of blue veils the earth.
I, nothing in hand I set out.
Gaiting under the streetlights,
Harkening to the hill's call.
Trembling, in the darkness as I climb.
Towering above the town
I see all the city lights, shimmering and bright.
Moving farther into the dark folds of the earth.
Envisioning the lives of those below.

I love you
A gentle kiss on the temple
A goodnight wish made simple
Arms wrapped round tightly,
And a sigh before they're gone.
Tenho saudades tuas. (I miss you)
I loved you.

Do you see me?
Or is your ego so massive
That it constructs your vision.
Do you know that I'm even here?

her voice has
a physical presence in the air
like wafts of silk paper
or the flap of (a) butterfly's wings
something delicate and smooth
calm waters
naught a ripple

i am quiet with awe.

It felt like a dream.
The event unfolding,
In which you said hello.
An unexpected gift,
You gave to me;
A reason to smile.