I'll keep drinking my coffee, but i'm afraid of the crash
the life i've lived lying in front of me in tiny remnants
staring at the basket, i wish to smell that sweet orange
i wish i felt something when my young sister dances
"just open your eyes" she said "you will see the pathway"
darling, you know i would, but i'm afraid to peek

"But i remember you running in the dark, never reluctant to peek
you knew that i had you, i'd never let you crash
i crushed all of the sticks under my feet, creating a pathway
all you had left were the shameful remnants
at the end of the night you said that the leaves did their dances
don't you remember when i picked you that orange?"

she thinks i can smell that sweet scent of an orange
i'm certain i could, if i were back at my peak
those were the times i could join in on her dances
the days when beauty could revoke the crash
before my soul felt scattered to remnants
an illuminating light created my pathway

"sister, my darling, your pathway is gold
the grass that surrounds it turns orange from light
soon all the green will be remnants of dark
the sun will shine bright from the peak
the crash you are feeling only hurts for a while
it all blows away when the leaves do their dances"

my sister she dances at the thought of this all
leaving her pathway of charm and beauty
i've never seen such perfection crash or come close
her twirling body, her orange locks
falling gently at the peak of her shoulders

my sister she left me her remnants of toast
i watch her continue her dances of joy
she noticed me peak as i sipped on my tea
her pathway, large enough for us both to enjoy
i peeled the last orange, breathed in its citrus scent
the empty tea mug made a crash in the sink

sometimes
it only takes one human being
to awaken ones true self again
all it takes
is the smallest exchange of words &
the you
you thought was lost and buried in the trenches
reveals itself untouched
the dullness of living escapes
from every inch of your body &
is replaced by the colors that surround her
she was my muse
the most beautiful
inspiring
passionate woman to step into my world
belonged to someone else
& yet
i am forever tainted with her ethereal presence

& for that i am grateful.

you know the moment
the one when someone crawls across your mind all day
completely saturating it &
before the day is over
they find some way of reaching you
it's as if despite the distance &
the silence
they can still see into your mind
maybe
they just spent half the day
dwindling upon the same wavelength as you
in fact
its exactly like that
i always know that
if i think hard enough
sooner or later
your precious words will dance with mine
in a place of their own
it's that moment in time when you question fate &
its existence

or is it simply coincidence?

the most exquisite love
remains selfless
&bottomless;
with a perpetual flutter
of the heart
& soul

I can love you just how you like

Will you be forced over the edge

Off the brink into the imagination

Can danger be what's there

Or what's not thought of

Side by side at this table

It's dusk as we stare and sip our coffee

You have what you want

I give what you need

This seems like too much

We indeed two separate beings

I desire backpacks and simple lore

You the less practical classy desire a financial security

That's not secure to me

It seems I will be the tombstone blockade

On your way to lifes luxurious destination

I your brain

I your heart

The clock strikes nine and I have to run

And I await the day you tell me its done

Some things I can't understand in life

Why do people, no friends, sometimes let us down in time of sorrow

They say that they care, but there no longer there

They say that they love you and they'll always be there

How does one deal with this I can't figure it out

Is it because they want something are is it their feelings of doubt

Is it the time because they are busy or is it an excuse to make us think they are busy

Where are they now, now that there gone

I so cherish the times when I sit alone

Its wild in here

yet so peaceful

your love has made a forest out of me

Most people wouldn't say
that they found love
in a girl with red hair,
green eyes,
incredibly shy,
scared of food,
childish,
loves her music much too loud,
hates herself,
with an addiction to coffee,
cracked but not broken.

Most people wouldn't say
that they found a friend
in the girl with red hair,
even if she was trustworthy
she gives awful advice
has a bad way to approach things
and would prefer music and sleep
over people any day

Most people wouldn't say
that they found this girl interesting
pretty
talented
because she isn't
she's just another girl,
one with red hair and words to say
that no one will listen to,
and no one will confide in
no one will find
she's just going to be alone,
and she's okay with that.

She isn't about to blame them, because she wouldn't either.