She told you she was sad and you told her she was the sun. Warm rays penetrating your skin making you feel happy and free, but when the sun stopped shinning so did you

She told you she stopped eating and you told her she was a flower. Unique and beautiful in the most imperfect way, but when the flower wilted away so did you

She told you she cut and you told her she was a river. Winding and twisting creating deep cannons all over the earth, but when her rivers over flooded you drowned in them

She told you in her note she was sorry and you wanted to tell her she was the sunset. Breath taking and colorful, never being able to see her true beauty, but this time the sun set and never rose again.

Awake
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child
My sweet
And seize the day
And seize the sign of your day
The days divinity
First thing you see

Awake
From the lands of slumber
Shake the sands from your eyes
My dear little indigo
An angel you are

I will wait
I will stay in this state
Be it moments
Or lifetimes
I will find you again

Patience is virtue
And love conquers all
There is blood in my veins
Like the summer to fall

Winter gives way to spring
And those who have voice
Will rejoice and sing
And those praises will rain
Like the sweet summer storms

The parched earth of my heart
Will grow flowers

It was a dark Byron night when
You and i looked at the stars,
Explained to the Indigo child,
From America,
His name was Tyler
That there a
Saucepan beside a
Southern Cross
...
And then we
Went
On a journey of discovery...

Thirteen years later we
Are still here.

With the same dreams,
Right beside the same fears.


Do You Have A vision?

If so, proclaim it to me now.

Dear Husband,
I Miss You.

Heart thumping
Face on the desk
We're talking about suicide
And I know what comes next

She tells us not to look
We have to close our eyes
She says it's an anonymous survey
And I wonder if I should lie

Raising our hands is a yes
And everything inside me
Screams no while I
Try to calm my bouncing knee

I raise a tentative hand
When she asks if we've considered suicide
That tentative hand raise is the largest step I've taken
And part of me feels peace deep down inside

he sits in the corner
of his deserted mind
where not even he
wants to keep
himself company.
the smell of
broken dreams
pang the air.
he feels tired.
he feels wasted.
but most of all
he feels
        




                                                            ­           alone.





and all he wanted
was a sign
from someone
from anyone
just to know
that he wasn't
the only one
who felt this way.

Silently, we sit
in a circle, reading
our letters. And they

my classmates, my
temporary family, absorb words
I will never see, and
shake quietly, weeping. You

sent me a letter, too
and you tell me you love me,
underlined twice and adorned
with an exclamation point. You

tell me you love me, and
stand tall, seemingly
above me, not seeing
how I have grown long ago
out of your shadow. You

say you love me, and this
is a gunshot, but I
have put a silencer
in your rifle. In order to cry
you still have to care.

When we see it, it may be appealing, or it may be appalling – but surely it is natural, an Image straight from our minds projected on the screen of reality.

-The Manifestation Of "Infatuation"

When We Chase after it, it may be refreshing, or it may be exhausting –but surely it is natural, a force bound by the Law Of Emily that declares , "The Heart wants what the heart wants."

-The Aspiration of "Admiration"

When we Feel it, it may be exhilarating, or it may be infuriating – but surely –
It isn't natural,
A feeling that, in order to make us feel like we're flying – we would have to fall before hand.

-The Paradox of "Paradise"

When we lose it, it is only the latter of all three stages before it.
Appalled at the sight, of the conclusion to the exhausting flight within Paradise –A journey seemingly destined to last forever.

-The "End"

Happy Birthday to me
Happy Birthday to me
Happy Birthday dear Mystery
Happy Birthday to me
Finally turned eighteen
Let's light some candles
And I'll make a wish
On the count of three
One...
Two.....
Three...
*I wish I had never been born