Mulch my heart Let it sprout These're the things I think about Picking strawberries In the sun A yogurt container for everyone This still kitchen Squeak of mice I'll leave in hopes of you tonight Poor poem rhymes Always fun These sweet, cheap words for all and none Stream my conscience All alone I love it here, I'm never home Off and about Somewhere else In La-la-land all by myself Where'am I going? Do I feel frost? Inside my mind, safe, but lost Look inside If you dare And find the nonsense lurking there Or even worse Sensible things That haunt me when I try to sleep Cotton trees Release their fluff Too much sense, but not enough Floating flying Seeking trying I wouldn't say that I was lying But there were words I should have said That I've kept inside my head *******, self *******, world It's too much, I'm just a girl This poem, it seems, Never ends Just bends and bends and bends and bends Repeat it enough It won't exist Things were here, you thought you missed An infinite Curving line We never seem to find the time Time finds you You find it clear The answer, seems, is almost near... It burned your throat The sour taste Empty looks and silent space I did not know What I should do Whatever it took to get us through Little of this Quite amounts Is it just the thought that counts? Glowing strings Of festive lights Remind me of that very night Now they hang Above my bed And try to soothe my sorry head The feather and The daisy there Assure me that of course I care And drawings hang Near that same place Clouds and moons and outer space And the single Shard of glass Reflects it all, all right back Look into it And what you'll see Is not quite what it seems to be But who's to say It makes less sense Than present, past, or future-tense? Thunder rumbles Through the town And tiny raindrops roll on down My window pane Perhaps not yours Gone far away to distant shores Where waves and moon Sing their song I'm not so certain, I could be wrong But isn't that What you wrote And sent to me inside a note? Of the perfect day you'd see It long before it came to be I thought it'd make A lovely song A lullaby that's not too long Just long enough To end a night And tell us that it's all alright It wasn't mine To make it so And I accept that we won't know But then, a poem Is never done And perhaps one day it will be sung If I've learned Things from friends It's that the circle never ends The rotation Becoming 'done', The tilt of earth now hides the sun Now it's time For you to sleep So nod your eyes and rest your feet The thunder may just Shake these walls But no soon time will this room fall The dark appears With a kiss goodnight When morning comes you'll be alright,