I open the window
And the cool air glides to the floor,
Waltzing around my room
Sweeping past my ankles like ladies skirts,
While the room above
Leaks off hot air from stifled whispers
Then, the music stops
And the whole room sits
In a swampy,
Soapy silence
Until the clock strikes twelve

The sun beats down,
And heats tempers
Glaring in eyes
Boiling blood
The breeze rustles trees
And teases our sweaty labours
Until we find refuge in the shade,
Then work again

Too many tortured souls,
But here they found
A place to be set free.
Hello, poetry.

The famous here
Have many followers,
But the wise gather the dreams
Of many

What is this place
Where I am;
The people are so strange.
They glide around
With too many words,
But not one kind exchange

Big and fluffy
clouds drift by
Just like icebergs
In the sky

Im glad that planes aren't boats

lights shine brighter in Paris,
So they love the night.

The fickle mists of time
Wound 'round your hand and mine
The clock ticks late
And seals our fate
'I love you' eyes are kind

Floating, gloating, bliss
The time floats by,  I miss
My chance, and others fall
Like rain,  like soldiers rain
Down
Other chances,  other glances
Pass

I float away

I saw it twice;
Once in your eyes,
Once in mine
A strange device,
You lose only love
To time

Such weight held in small words

Sleepless nights, day dreamer see
What this world has been, could be:
Feel the sorrow, feel the rain,
Feel new hope be born again

Soft thoughts
Melting down my face
I'm a disgrace
Head filled with
Haze as fine as lace
Where is this place?
On long nights I trace
Your two lonely eyes
And quivering lips, me
Hello, me, I am you
You trace my quivering eyes
And lonely lips
On long dark evenings
Where blankets trap you
To the asylum of your midnight room
Black so thoughts light up,
My soft thoughts running

   down

A glaring call breaks my sleep,
My dreams not mine to keep.
No food today.

I gaze at warriors, my friends
Our wits and wills to break or bend.
We pay another day.

My lips do drip a poison red;
Let loose the lie my life has lead,
My words are knives to slay.

But my every armoured plate
Are prison clothes I can't escape,
And with my heart I pay.

A piece! A price!
My petty life
To waste away
And lies to say
And lies do sway
My enemies
*And me.

I'm a socially awkward person
Who comfortably pretends not to be;
My friendships are so spotty, I'd be dotty
To delude any of them not to be!
Although, its true, I have no foe,
But who would be my friend?
My silence is my shelter,
When the chaos never ends.

Wet ink curtains press me
Down, sinking into my bed
But delicately raises me like lacy smoke
To hover in a violet cloud;

And such is the way of fairies

The shrine for the unknown god,
Whomever it may be

Tensions settle, stir
Slewing ink air into a blur
In the miraculous concord
Before the storm;
Ice hot and warm.

Lights in the skies glint
Not quite menacing, but a hint
In a grimacing, starry light
Mars is bright tonight.
Its bright, *tonight

I am not ready for this day;
The sun shines far too bright.
So I'll just shut my eyes again
And pretend its velvet night.

Yes, today I have work,
And I stayed up far too late,
But please wrap me in sleep, oh moon,
Though its time to wake

I crave that which I should not consider
It is no measure of my ability ;
Except, perhaps, the fragility of my heart.
On a whim, I could feel that warm embrace
At once so near and yet so far apart
But no! my life's path leads me away from her temptation
I am resolute.
And yet..
My mind often travels to when we met
Two beings aloof and opposed -
Until the damning touch
Of soft velvet

How many tears are in my pillow
And how many in my brain,
How many in my heart
And how many in my name

The slow, smooth, slick of ice
Runs down cold iron bars
Snapping cackling dry grass
Crunching under every step
Loosing momentum, shedding its vice
Freezing wet my fingertips
Electric cold, my fingers slip
Down the bar of ice
To meet the maker of its own device

A little life,
A little death
Un petite mort
Takes my breath
Un peu de vie,
Volé souffle
Et donnez moi
Release
Merci, maintenant
Je m'aime

Kindness misleads
All who stumble to the dark
Light, like fire, burns and
Oppresses the naïve trust
Present in the hopeful
Soul, but slowly dashed to death
In an insidious 
Ambiguity

Late night resolutions
Never seem to stay;
As though the wings of my dreams
Carry them away.

I meant to get up early..
And woke an hour late.
And in my rush I forgot
To eat healthy from my plate.

And by the time I got to school,
Looking like a giant fool
The homework due, I didn't do
And on my PJ's, spots of drool.

And though it didn't go as planned...
I swear, tomorrow- this is no lie!
Ill get out of my soft warm bed
Well....at least for once I'll actually try

Probably.

Red paint dries on a tissue
Slowly
The same rush hue
Glazes imperceptibly
Gently losing shine
And carefully dulls without change
And softly hardens until dry,
When you can touch it without fear
of red fingers, red clothes, red smears
But still, wasted paint on a tissue
Will be thrown away without notice
And still dry red.

The taint of my love
Slips out to touch his pure heart
With corruption
Seeing the darkness fill him,
And shatter what we built,
I am purified in the horror
Of what I'd become.

Hello, my friend

I have found it at last
It is bright and warm
    And strange
I do not know what it is,
but I think I like it
Nothing hurts here, it's nice.
Tell mother it's okay now, I'm okay

I think I'll just stay awhile,
                And rest...

Goodbye,  friend

A candle  in the
Dark           Like a
Ligh              Tbulb
In a                  Box
Flick               Ers
Until t        He bat
           Terys
            Run
            Out

The mourning star falters
For in all the calm before,
It was forced to watch helplessly
As Earth grows up.
And yet, it still shines.

And our devious ways
Hide our smiles behind upturned cups
As we gaze; half lidded iridescent moons
Swirling in misty lakes,
And we raise our chilly glass to our lips
But not to drink,
For then we would be forgotten.

Perhaps I mightve been a lobster
My backwards spine and plate,
Perhaps as human I am fitter
Perhaps maybe,  a good deal bitter
The stars dance looping circles
Casting their lives brightly,  tightly around
And I am stardust,  true,  and you
As well were once a star.
We could've been lobsters,  but
We lived,  and came so far
And so's our fate

Long car trips
Crowded with junk
And cramping legs
Flashing light streaming through the window
Into the muggy car air,
A trapped fly banging on the glass,
Low rumbling like gravel thunder
And bursts of shaking
Rattling teeth and seatbelts
When you roll over stones
Wisps of vented air
Curling around your naked toes,
And sweaty, rumpled clothes.
Skin sticking to fake leather seats
The slight sifting sick in your belly
Sitting fat like a toad,
And hoping the stuff in the back
Isn't shaking or breaking apart
From the crunching washboard gravel,
And drowsy eyes, tired from endless trees
Slowly drift until you arrive in the dark

My heart in the morning is a sweet little thing,
It rises with sunshine, and will timidly sing,
At noon she's ablaze with the force of the sun
On evenings folds weary, of a hard battle won
And under the stars, beneath twilight blue,
She flies free and wild, and happy, and true

The silver moon sighs,
Softly darkening skies,
Trapped in her crystal net;

The sun parades on
With a sapphire yawn,
Chasing his sweet Juliette

And yet
Amidst the torments
And torrents of tragedies
I've had your arms to fall into
Each night, when I fall
Down

Tonight I cried.
I cried for every soft and tender touch
You left me with,  my hands that
Once held yours now tear my hair
I mourn your kiss upon my lips,
My cheek,  my ear;  your head upon my heart
My palms once yours,  now cup my tears-
The smiles and laughs are gone
The silly things and playful
things that we once shared, are gone
And Your smiling face that buried in my hair
When hugs were held,  the jokes you telled
Still whispered in my ear and
I wish that you were here,  and
I only want you here

A million stars twinkle
Above me as I lay
Upon this field of dewy grass
So cold and yet I stay.
A million eyes are winking
A billion opals gleam
And I just lay here thinking
About this waking dream

This choice before me lingers
It transmogrifies the air
And resonates inside me
With what's already there.
The wind around me whispers
The stars begin to dance
The grass beneath me shivers;
I found myself, at last

Maiden in the ashes
Robed in silk
Robbed of milk
No mark on your tender skin
No sign of turmoil within
The coal does not yet scorch your soul
...
You walk your delicate path
Bearing the sightly, brightly beaten cut bloom of spring
Luscious petals not yet knowing
They will drop from the stem
No seeds to plant, and not her fault
the only water here tainted with salt
And the ground here is hard, turned up in its roots
And the soft garden bed tamped down by boots
Do you know the path you tread does not want you?
Do you not yet feel the cut of the stone or burning of the coal to your sole?
Or does this black earth need your bloodstained steps as much as you need to bleed them
Is it possible for one woman's blood to nourish this dead soil back to life?
And one woman's love to seed them

The telltale rattle of old bones
Hangs in the thin night air
From tenuous strings
Of what once was

Morning indigo
Floods my room and washes
Cool ink streaks on my skin
It swirks and eddies around me
The watery green gold light trickles in.
In, to my morning water paradise

Sharp hands
Grasping at the light like straws
But the light drips though
the sharp fingers
Rolls down the Bony wrist
Falls
And puddles on the floor,
Like inverted shadows.
Lost, to the longing hands

My midnight garden is filled
With perfect pirouettes;
Starstruck for sparkle and luck
Which are lining the lane
Of cobblestone victories
And violet cracks
And I wove dreams from shadows,
Wild and soft, like thunder and frost
And what seems like stars hang suspended
In truth, are wishes  I was lended
And flowers spun from magic tended
In my midnight garden

I like the taste of cookies best
When everyone's asleep