Things happen
People change
There not going
    To rearrange
Their life for you
You have to
Back off
Forgive them
But not forget
If they want you
They will try
So don’t cry
     Anymore

a fire carp
on a shoulder it burns
just skin and scales

The temple bell stops -
but the sound keeps coming
out of the flowers.

Matsuo Basho

smooth
as marble
strangely warm
are her
alabaster arms

benieth
long bangs
a curve of grace
is her
piquant little
face

a waif-like
gamen little thing
she is a fairie
with no wings

a smudge
of feathers round
her head
she lies on tile

almost
dead

the world saw
her wounds and scars
but we don't
care unless they're

OURS


now her
pain is
in the
past

now
she
has
her
wings
at
last




(c) SoulSurvivor Aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

It hurts,
it hurts so,
so much
knowing
that I'm
not the kind of girl
people right songs about
or think about,
care about
or fall for..
Cause I'm too noisy
but also too quiet.
cause I'm not gentle
and not that kind
and I'm not gorgeous
or amazingly talented
and smart.

Will I ever find love..?

I don't want to die
I just need something to make me feel alive.

I made you a cup of tea
put honey in it

it's still just sitting there

probably because we broke up

what do I do now?
with the tea, I mean