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,