She walks upon skies of stars,
And talks the talk of flowers.
If only I could be of her race:
Beauty.
Her laughter obnoxious and free.
She doesn't care who hears or sees.
Why should she?
She is always happy,
With or without me.
It seems....
I can't stop thinking about her,
Because,
She walks upon skies of stars.
Every step she takes a new
Constellation is made and
Named after her.
And she talks the talk of flowers.
Every word a petal or a thorn.
Every sentence a daisy or a rose.
If only I could be of her race:
Beauty.

Are you wandering through the grass?
Climbing trees and down through brooks.
Your legs so short they were
Swallowed by the creek.
I wouldn't be surprised if you
Floated out to sea.
I don't suppose you remember,
The times we gave and received.
I don't suppose you remember,
The times we fought and teased.
I never liked the black pants
Or the black tie.
And my dress pants never seem to
Fit just right.
Looking at stained glass windows,
The colors represent different people I know.
I don't suppose you remember,
The times we gave and received.
I don't suppose you remember,
The times we fought and teased.

Bottom lip puckered,
Begging for things
Wanted and needed.

Wanting-
Pleasure,
Reassurance,
Another chance.
"Is it too far away?"
I ask,
Wanting-
An answer.

Needing-
A reason to
Smile,
Laugh,
Live.
Needing-
A reason.

Standing tall now,
Heart pulsing.
Beating.
Pending.
The tick and
Loading like
A buffer on a
Computer screen.

Insides screaming,
Butterflies kicking.
My guts are in
Pieces-
Floating inside of me.
Burning-
My skin is on fire.
And I start to
S P E A K.

Pools of shimmering
Glitter.
Brighter than holy
Stars.
Reflecting and I
Feel ***** in your
Sight.
Across the classroom
I request a trip to the
Bathroom.
Just to check in the mirror
To see if I am still
Alive.

The stony smile was so mystical yet distant.
It's cold castle of rage was eternal.
All alone, like an eclipse at twilight.
It's voice of courage giving in to disaster.
Left in an evergreen sea of fire.

A soft rain falls
From the light gray sky.
If you don't look closely,
It seems
There is no rain at all.
Water running in small
Rivers down the hill and
Across the grass.
Like veins of blood
Circulating to a beating
Heart.
Thick, big drops of
Waterfall from the
Tree branches.
In puddles there are
Ripples.
And yet...
if you don't look closely,
It seems
There is no rain at all.