She speaks in tongues and earthwards—
Angels fall listening how to know divinity
From lips that open and close as do tides
Slip, blooming with the face of the moon.

She walks in airs of splendour and light—
Shoulders kin, her child riding on a beam
Vanquishing the sun with celebrated night
Set in reflection on lake waters, little moon.

Flower child,
they tell me that I can't afford to give my love away for free
quantifying it is a limited good
as though I am passing my self-worth out like candy to greedy children
leaving nothing left for me

Flower child,
they tell me that if I must speak
that I must shout to be heard
should my soft speech and gentle words be swept away
in the strong tide of self interest

Flower child,
they tell me I must dress in uniform
but I fear that I will drown in the sea of normalcy
unable to swallow air through the tightness of my collar and heaviness
of pin-striped monotony

Flower child,
is it so bad to love unboundedly?
to channel strength through vulnerability?
to let one's soul greet the eyes of a stranger?

I was born from the trees
My roots grow for miles
I am a child of the sun
And i live be the moon
My friends are flowers
And i blossom with colors
I will grow throughout my life
And i will die amung the trees
They will cut me down like i was dead,
They will harm my flower friends
They will destroy my roots
And take away my sun, my moon
But i will still be here,
My leaves flowing through the wind
I will plant my seeds and grow again.

Hey big brother, I want you to know
that every morning I wake up and think of you.
I wake up and think of how I'd hurt you if I go.

Hey big brother, I need you to say
that everything will be alright,
and that you need me to stay.

Hey big brother, I know sometimes you're sad.
Just remember I'll always be here for you
if things get really bad.

Hey big brother, I just need to say
that if you ever leave me,
I'll miss you every day.

Hey big brother, I need you to know
that I love you more than anything.

Please, don't ever go.

it makes you less sad, I will die by your hand
Hope you find out what you are; already know what I am
And if it makes you less sad, we'll start talking again
You can tell me how vile I already know that I am
I'll grow old, start acting my age
It'll be a brand new day in a life that you hate
A crown of gold, a heart that's harder than stone
And it hurts to hold on, but it's missed when it's gone

Call me a safe bet, I'm betting I'm not
I'm glad that you can forgive, only hoping as time goes, you can forget

If it makes you less sad, I'll move out of this state
You can keep to yourself, I'll keep out of your way
And if it makes you less sad, I'll take your pictures all down
Every picture you paint, I will paint myself out
It's cold as a tomb, and it's dark in your room
When I sneak to your bed to pour salt in your wounds
So call it quits, or get a grip
You say you wanted a solution; you just wanted to be missed

You are calm and reposed
Let your beauty unfold
Pale white, like the skin stretched over your bones
Spring keeps you ever close
You are second-hand smoke
You are so fragile and thin, standing trial for your sins
Holding on to yourself the best you can
You are the smell before rain
You are the blood in my veins

I know I shouldn't worry about him,
             but I do.
I'm worried he won't fit in.
I'm worried that he is worried.
I can't stand to think he isn't deciding to fast.

If he comes home crying that he can't find a place.
If he isn't ready to be so alone.
If he discovers he is so tempted.
If he isn't on the right path.
If he doesn't understand.
I think he is on the right path,
but what if he isn't, can someone help.

He may never find it.
He can't deal with the consequences.
He could get hurt.
He may run away.
He may be happy without.
I know I shouldn't worry about him,
but he is my big Brother.