Faeries & goblins, angels & demons
in the sky above
or on the ground below
make a wish on a
dandelion clock, watch the pieces
dissipate into the
cloudy blue skies
as a rainbow forms
amidst droplets of rain
peal away those petals
off the daisy braided flower
we must all eventually
f
      a
            l
                  l
from our seeming grace
be that a leaf, a branch
snowfall, even you
we all fall apart, in this
torn up land
collapsing like a snowman
melting in the heat
puddles of water
glazed with ice
how you stare at your reflection
in that heaven made pool
of crystallized water
lightening diamonds
gazing closer you lose footing
face downwards you tumble
lost in a fabricated mirror
measuring your self worth
dream state or nightmare
truth or dare
it becomes your wonderland, the
gateway to your dreams
those angels and faeries
will surrender their love
cushioning the blow with those clouds
they'll let you ride that unicorn over the rainbow
those goblins will stitch you into custom
fitted couture
majestic carpets pass with lovers of before
fantasy? reality?
are they merging as one?
unable to think or feel, was she
living or dying?
was she over the edge or still hovering
above
flashbacks of life
making their place known
in her dreams she is usually
dying
these were the ones that
were the best she ever
had
she knew she wouldn't go to
hell
as hell was her place on earth
so maybe heaven awaited
and this was her chance.

© Sia Jane

I'd be lying
if I said
I didn't miss it.

The phone calls,
the messages,
the sweet gestures
and oh-my those cuban sandwiches!

...but please don't misunderstand.
I miss the calls
but not your voice.
I miss the messages
but not your words.
I miss the gestures
but not the person behind them.

Please don't misunderstand.

**I don't miss you.

These orange feathers wither
Beneath the scorching heat of the sun,
I am weak, dying,
Life slipping from my body
Until I am an empty shell,
A desolate carcass,
And finally I drown beneath the ashes
Of my own weakness.
But inside my lifeless heart
The embers are still smouldering
Until they breathe smoke into my veins
And I come alive,
Rising from the ashes,
The feathers aflame with radiant
And glorious beauty,
My wings spread wide
Like a sublime inferno.
I am captivated by my beauty,
Perplexed by my ferocity
And perfection.