i inhale until the ashes turn white
like the pure once driven snow
now muddled gray
my lungs scorched black
cannot bloom
no flowered prose
can escape my lips
dry and cracked earth
i want to rest
and let these embers die
crackle and go out
but they hold on to my labored breath
trying to ignite again.

Breath may fade,
             but love will forever

live on.

For exhalation is but syllables
             of  given movement.


Were love is a motion

                     of time,
                continually moving.
Emotions that live on past every exhalation.


Every word may decay into obscurity.
             But love will live on beyond
the husks of every word ever told.

Below the surface was the whisper,
     an elusive breath of wisps that
                        spoke in seductive subjective
                                      innuendoes.

Never to let there presence to be seen,
              they kept between the veil
of the waters crest.
              below this they would drown in solitude.

But when one was between the veil and the
                                            shallow breathes
              they seduced every breath to feed there hunger.

There hunger was a boundless ocean.
              And you fell in to there shoreline pool
                       of false promises.
                Drowning in a breath of illusions pleasures.


And the the ripples splashed upon the pools
                  dry tears that never collected or fell.

      just lingering like perspiration of the silent void.


Now filling this pool of consciousness,
                                      with a still refection
         of eyes blank and open and nothingness
                swims in its pools and it devours within.

My Lion!
You are so perfect so perfect that It scares me
I am sacred that you'll hate me when we'll meet
I am scared of rejection
I love you so much, so much
That's why I Left
I dunno what would I do if you reject me seeing my face
I am not beautiful; I am not a  perfect girl
I am just an ordinary stupid girl that loves you like carzy lil kid
I just don't fit with you, cause I am so indulge in my insecurities and my ugliness
I can cry alone forever rather feel rejected by the love of my life
I hate leaving you, it's like I stabbed myself with thousands knives straight into the heart
I sometimes can't breath
My each breath moan your name
My Lion!
I just don't wanna breath
If I can't synchronize it to your heart beat

Focusing on taking steps after steps
but forgetting to take a breath
Mimicing strength while my shield was rusting
I said I am fine too many times

I know this shell needed to break
So I could shine
This mask needed to fade away
So I could look at myself in the mirror

Admitting my vulnerability
and finding the chemistry of happiness
Admitting my ignorance
and finding the road to knowledge

Where there is room for improvement
There is space to grow
When things seem to collapse
Just an opportunity to start again

The wind is a wild and crazy device.
Pushing the air and it doesn't think twice.
Blowing harder and harder with every blow.
It moves leaves, pedals, and many more.
Blowing past the houses and the sky, moving in this world and we don't ask why.
It blows without worry, concern, or care.
Sometimes I wish I were the wind blowing up there.
Maybe wishing I could be lighter than air.
Nothing is faster and lighter, of course, as it hits my head while I walk a forth.

Honeydew nectar pulls me into her *****.
Thick blankets of soil pregnant with rain
And rain boots.
Damp earth and
Silk moss beds cushion toes and rolling laughter
As I fall into spring.