a young girl longs for the flames of her soul
burning and yearning to touch
        a                                   whole.
light                                  the
    that                      from
             illuminates

Missed the long time
Felt the wind blow

  Living and saddle campgrounds
Different from the rest

                       for casting right ..

          A lake simple enough for my heart.

The woven way a story is told
A calm before the storm
Or a bright light on a Warm walk, little is known to rush forlorn
Evening breaks the width of a stick

But a flow of a shirt or hem or line
Brings forth the underwing of a blossoms site, more than what the iris can hold

But little to what the eye can see
Nuisance in delight and for longing in the pattern of the way it falls or rests in the same instance as the other
Never too floral or too faint

But in the right substance more than you know
Ever bending just in time to show what you care for and what you don’t fully see

Whatever is most felt by the hand or the cheek and less than what a mind can read
For the feeling of it is what matters

it looks as though a new home will be home
as a dandelion changes so does the seasons

leaving my families abode
may have the real reason

to stay in a place that is welcome.

We weren't born from
an estranged time
we were born with
our hearts and our pride
we do not stuff out flames
but rise for protection
we were not mind washed
in school but taught to listen
we do not use for our
own understanding but for humane

We are more than lines
and borders or boundaries, connected
we are united as a cause
to stay together in peace
we are Georgia
we are hope
we are home.

Chrome
Lumensent
Paint, please.
Remembrencé

I'm sorry to be writing on you.
I know the indentions
can be tough
Will sombré be enough.

Vines grow
In distinct forms
In a life Everleading
For written meaning
With tombs everleading
Strife forms meaning
With undergrowth  ♡
                             is bright
Lyme
Tyme
Substance
Constance
Mother's true time.

It feels strange
will -- forward is real
meadows, glance
a time understood.

Where in the world
have the owls flown off to
not a single one in view

Evidence of a strange encounter
in light of another side
live on for it, forward

Soap and dip in tune
Love and laughter needed
for a simpler light's hue

Little lost things
in a sea of hope
staying for scalings
of the modern write

Under the tables
and in between the light
a house is in comfort
for tomorrow's light

Crisp summer dusk
with names unturned
living in dust
for life's return

The sourness hasn't set in
I hope it never does
Wanna keep it light
for the summer isn't old

Sight for the reel
Numbers for the time
Letters for our hero's
and life for the time

Happiness lasts in bursts of motif
Feelings stay in the month of May
June starts the love of a journey
Muse is right to the loud quietness of the season

scarf for the winter
sweater for the fall

a sock on the ground
two shirts over shorts

and a towel for the morn'

We just wanna stay where we are
normally functioning
unwistfully listening
Level willed to the earth

Ladders incompletely climbing
in front of stairs that seem
impossible to walk on, sometimes
This tundras just in our minds

We seal the deal
underneath wandering times
not invoking questioning ones
Simply staying in a room

In a group homeliness is tired to find
work in short hours of the day
in the long late ones of the night
we'll stay crisp in the trying times

underneath the lines that others
pronounce towards each other
we do not want to bander
instead we try to work together

On coure;

I go to some meetings
they are meant to help

but all I feel like is a scope
of a presence coming through

a following of all the lives
that people live to them selves

coming out in the open
weighing down everyone's own individual loan

You told me a lie
that I used to live by
now I know the truth
and there's no rock to steady
me, in my trembling boots

I do not know my mother
I do not know my father
how do I find the strength
to stop my shaking breath

Do I live a lie
or be a sacrifice?

I feel like I am drowning
going deeper and deeper
no oxygen to save me
just the smoke at the end

I feel like drowning
there's no light for me now
only the shallows
where the predators prowl

I am drowning
it's my last attempt to swim
but my arms are tired
and someone stole my fin

Thin band wrapping around your wrist
Daring to cut off the circulation
Its embodiment feels safe and bliss
Never wanting to part from combination

Have not dared to find the knife
That knows my final intention
I could never truly be yours
With my lonely condition

Maybe today will be better
maybe, those don't define your every move, you believed.

You wake in the hours before light
remembering a ghost
from a dream.

You wake up in spite
beside kryptonite
"nothing is as it seems".

What do the inklings mean?

The small whispers:
That stay in the air,
Move with the breeze.

Where do they come from?
What do they mean?

I fell, we see, I'm for you.
What do they mean?

The small inklings...

In now we seek
a loving sound
to breathe in
the louder crowd

Careful step
worthy hound
universal love
for gone, is too proud

A small bundle
do not prowl
for you shall mark
a beautiful scowl

In madness seems
a cruel tone
so we say
you're sweet and cold

You must climb down
to really see the beauty
of the hidden wonder

in that town
just a kiss
from the canyon

holds the most majestic
Aqua-filled fall
of streaming water

you shrink when you see it
incapable, small
to the grandiosity

a place where water flows
a place so normal
and yet begs to not be seen

In the bottom of the canyon
lies a dream of an aquamarine

the lost love of the sea.

I want to be moved
Day to day
To revel
To  weep
Even in strangers conceit

But why can’t the thing that moves me just be my own two feet?

You showed me there was more than the labyrinth
more than the cold still waters,
           the ripples

In a love so intense,
   I saw your past self
        your present
and who you could be



but why could I see this in you and not see it in me?

We sang
And laughed
And drank the wine

Without knowing tomorrow’s lines...

So serene, in lying wake.

So close, to the end of days.

Another year, meant to weather.

Thank you my bouquet friend, my reforming lover.

Let's do tests
On Frankensteins body
& be fearless
Let's cut up body's
Like Jennifer did
Let's make it scary
For all the kids
Halloween's around the corner
Like that horror show man
It's time to warn her
About the monsters under her bed

I feel vague
This space between
cracks and breaks
The future rules my present
state, living for the day
Overshadows – the great wait
My heart in being, truly living
It all feels a billion light years away

You sit by the screen
Waiting for life's demean
I come to stay
To show you a way
As the hours go by
I hope to keep you by my side
You don't look to the past
Just hold fast
These beautiful days
So mother you can still say
All the things we need to hear

We sat in a circle of thrones
our madness becoming known
We talked of a life we wanted
but were only left with a being haunted

Was a hard time in a teenage girls life unrequited love, attempted suicide and her mind out of line

It was a cold winter morning and she was shaking again
the sun lit up the baseball field like an angel playing again

Smoke surrounded me like a cloud of exhaust
I was exhausted of feeling this way
I wanted out of my own mind, out of this thing called life

You found me
waking up from a dream
I found you
in this reality

See you didn't just come into my life
At a place where I wasn't ready
You didn't catch me off balance
We found each other and we keep it steady
You say to me
Life's too short to question those beside you
And I thank you
For teaching me how to live too

You found me
searching for life
I found you
looking into my eyes

Go on one by one
The search for purpose
Can be hard, oh lord
It feels like a curse
Sometimes.

But then, we feel lighter
The worry, stress
Goes away and it's brighter
All of it gets less
Sometimes.

Feelin' the morning breeze
Fall's coming says the wind
Smoke's been paying the lease
as the coffee bean aroma spins

With a cigarette in hand
Friday ideal fills the land
We search for our true friend
as the bustle of the day begins