I used to sing a lot, used to lace pearls on flower petals
and the sea would sing to me. I have heard that my female body syncs
with the moon
that I am a tide, my mood is high my mood is low
                            I am a force of nature Mother Earth can hold.

The idea hits me. My heart is set on fire by it:
I am the reason some rocks are heart-shaped, my fluids
can create layers on ammolite.

Even my ***** could purify a pond,
I am earth I am water I am wind I am fire I am juice squeezed from
apples and orange peels
                    only the sun can gather my pulp.

I watch a father star cradle its firstborn
and we exhale on the same sky, I cannot believe it. We eat and drink
from the clouds -                          my clouds, our light.

The opal loves her body (she shines) the wind loves her body (swaying)
birds with fat bellies sing to me and
every one wiggles her ****
because she loves her body - why shouldn't I.
        (There could be pieces of me in everything beautiful).

"amusing isn't it?"

the angel sat back and laughed

the demon didn't get it

"how so?" he asked

"well you see those trees?

they feel so secure,

held in place,

like statues."



"yeah so?"

he scratched that spot.. on impulse… always on impulse



"well those statues. you see

have no idea

their being hurled through space,

and aren't very safe at all"

I'm not good at anything
I can't stay committed
If I'm not amazing at it I don't see the point
I'm a quitter and I admit it

I'm not good at expressing myself
I'm too short to really do anything athletic
I'm not good in front of an audience
And my creativity is kind of pathetic

My poems are... whatever
And my social skills kind of ****
I'm really just a push over
And I can't help someone if I really don't give a ****

My attention span is inexcusable
And my memory is nonexistent
I'm too shy to confront my fears
And I'm to insecure to be persistent

I'm not good at anything
I'm not noticed at all
I was once looked up to and praised
But now a shattered porcelain doll

Thrown away and forgotten

Dear 14 year old me, don't worry about boys, 
                                                             
­ ­                                                                              they all come and go like candy. 

Dear 14 year old me, sometimes just sometimes you know what's best for you more than others, 
                                                            S­o always follow your heart.

Dear 14 year old me, don't let anybody tell you you're not good enough, prove them wrong. 
                                                             ­  ­    *You are extraordinary.
*
Dear 14 year old me, those green skinny jeans, they have got to go in the trash. 

Dear 14 year old me, you probably stopped reading this a while ago but if you haven't always remember to 
                                   
                                         Live in the moment cause time really does fly by, 
   
    Sing like no ones watching cause it never really matters what others think as long you're happy, 
              Dance like it's your last day cause you never know when you'll be gone and lastly
                        Love like it's your first time cause you'll never know if its forever until you try.

Once upon a dainty hill
sat old castle of a young king
not busied by ***** thrills
but in the realm, fair Muse did sing

sorry as such
to trouble you sire
but farmer, lady and great squire
are, unto you, to enquire
how it is the sun makes such fire

to this the young king
furrowed his brow
and scratched his chin
and pondered how

eight days did pass
and woe betide
the pressing question
found no bride

the elders of the castle old
let fairy tales of disorder unfold

a great dragon they say
lit the sun
after finding itself lost
and on the run
from a shadow giant
of world unseen

but the tales of course
were all but dreams.

A little voice
filled the air
with light and weightless
soulful flair

a blacksmith's girl
of simple dress

excuse me sir
i must confess
this minor stir
has caused me stress

the young king bade her speak
and with that, the child weak
stood atop a wonky box
with certain eyes and wavy locks

dear people
i now must say
that it is on this cold and fateful day
my mind has led to such dismay

as I have learned to trust none of you.

come into me
i would know you
i would feel you in my hands

speak not a word
i need no lips for you
nor eyes
nor shoulders
nor blood of heart

come into me
come in to me

come in

to me

my hands are warm
my bones are firm

where my feet are grows flowers
where my fingers, grows light

they tread in the quietest of forests
they have split the rind of the earth

in it, they pressed a seed with each step
in it, they have sown a breath

i have cupped my hands about the hot, rough blood of the earth
and i have taken it in to me

come in to me
i would know you as i know myself
i would hold you in the span of my breast
i would shield you from a blade
i would meet the blow of a fist

come in to me
do not hold at the edge of darkness
do not waiver in thy step
do not balk or quiver

come into me
i know not a thing
i know not a whisper

please

please

come in to me

7 days for 1nce a month you're vermillion

taste like in the middle of copper thighs

2 lips magneticly parted

by 2 lips 1 tongue

and weeks a year you're like iron
and salt and copper reddish between
hunks of femurs pours a 12 times

dear, the crawling vapid sweet acidity
of 7 mouthfuls of queer drink surge
delightfully opaque crimson gallons of

         you

          r clefted

      love h

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      the best kind of drowned