Darling oh divine
Running on my mind again

Lost in his design
Destined for the ****

He said "I am delighted" "You are the light of mine"
I know where this is going
Please don't go on

Dear Marissa,
Have I ever told you how magnificently beautiful you are?
Yup, as graceful as a White orchid.
You don't believe me do you?
What is crazy is that you are so stuck in your insecurities
You see,
You're perfect, don't worry.
You'll be happy one day, don't cry, don't become brittle
Please my dear you are more than your fears and a yucky cigarette
You stand tall and strong because nothing this world has to offer is enough to fix your heart
So don't fall into it and most importantly walk in caution because it will trap you
And although I don't want to admit it, it will be harder than anything to get out
It's like you're a mouse
With enormous dreams
Then, a room full of cheese
Instant gratification
And TRAP! you're stuck

But don't settle for the cheese of this world because your heart needs more than just cheese to fill it
And I know cheese is good, but trust me that is not what you are looking for
You're looking for the wine and you won't find it here
You have to go outside and pick the grapes yourself,
Ferment them,
And patiently wait till they age just to your liking.
It will take time my love,
But you are strong
You will find your wine one day,
I Promise
And if you need help,
WHO SAID YOU COULDN'T HAVE A SIDEKICK?

i ate
my weight
ten times over ten

all green leaves.

now i encase
my fat body's face
in chrysalis
and
become, soupy,
torturous bliss
awaiting wing-ed
grace.

i awake
and crack the
membrane
crawl dishrag damp
out into summer's
kind light
and slowly
spread my wings.

please,
do not think
me vain.

but as i await
my wings to dry
and the glorious dust
to set.
i wonder at the ironic beauty,
that i, the fat catterpillar,
has become,so fine
and delicate,
an exquisite pallete upon
the canvas sky....

i take flight and find
freedom....
is a state mind
that flits upon the wind
and knows,
dfrom the beginning
             beauty is always
                            from within.

How can you take
A knife to my chest
And be confused
When I say that
I'm broken?
I never asked you
To dress my wounds
Or undress my soul,
Yet the very hands
Holding me together
Are the ones
I'm afraid of.

The moon is beautiful in her solitude.
From afar she is like a pearl, pure white
Like milk.
Though she knows multitudes:
She is not white like a pearl, smooth like
silk.
Surfaces are cratered, tumultuous, grey and not white.
Sometimes she is shy, disappearing behind clouds and shadowed trees,
As if she were scared of her own light.
She waxes, she wanes, she decreases
And fades, only to become brighter than ever.
She knows what it is like to be ever -changing, outshining everything in
Her splendor.

Like her, I want to illuminate dark skies.

today i saw a row of schoolchildren at an airport
observing the beehive from the outside
they have never touched the skyline
they have never been inside
they live on the outskirts of this city
their lives are a contrast to mine

i could see the wonder painted on their faces
they were dreaming
in their private minds
they had become more than school children  
they were a part of the city
they had a seat on the plane

I tried to escape you
But your scent lingers on my skin
And makes me hate
All the things I once loved,
Because they're merely fireflies
In your moonlit sky
And I waste amongst the stars
Waiting for you to come back around.