And she was there in that old school.
Like air.
Soft and sour.
(To her) Puberty made her face fat
(To us) it made her turn to skin and bone.
(To everyone) Who cares?

And even though she could not see it
She was darkness among light
And yes she was rude and moody
but she was also trusting and a true beauty
She was young when she was loved by the wrong person.
Looking for justice in a cold world

And she was a constant source of demonization
For her stringy hair, her ***** clothes
And her weight.
And her mistakes. As if they were any better
She tried to be brave.
But bravery only comes to those who have a reason to be.

And one night when fireflies danced
And the moon kissed her pimpled cheeks
She tried to fly - leaving us behind
She wrapped her fists around death and kissed the mouth of dignity
Because in that moment before she crashed
She saw the rare and infinite

And…
She wrapped her fists around a flower and kissed the face of God

Fireflies carry a light behind them
They wander at night not knowing where to go
And they are not afraid
Because they know
They are guided by a light
That flies with them
behind their wings

But it's sad too,
Because they will never be able to see it
That shimmering light
That stayed behind them
All through the years.

The fireflies
Buzz all around you,
Scattered drops of sunlight
Celebrating the darkness
Maybe we should try it too
Because if we wait for a happy moment to celebrate
We might just have to wait forever.


The autumn trees
Dance all around you
Moving their bare branches
On the beat of the silent wind
You never planted their seeds
Yet they shed their leaves
Watching you shed those precious tears.


Never say, oh, never think
You are alone in your struggle.
Think of all the eternities the sky has bled
For the earth it has never touched.
Yeah, think about the longings with which the ocean and the moon look at each other
And yet can never meet.

So, if you dream of skylines you have never seen,
Wake up with your dreams sitting on your eyelids
And if your heart is at a place far away,
Just know maybe it is supposed to be that way.

The earth when too close to sun,
Will become a ball of ashes,
The moon will have the tides turn
Into merciless savages.
Your heart, with you in his arms,
Will finally be at rest

And if it was not for this sadness, what would I still be writing about?

Fireflies carry a light behind them
as they wander at night
not knowing where to go.
But they are not afraid
because they know
that they are guided by a light
sticked  behind their wings,
permanently.
And so,
they are brave.

Twinkling fireflies,
In the midnight heat,
Cool blades of grass,
As moisture hangs in the air.

Brittle branches claw the sky
Mourning the leaves,
fluttering beneath,
As a  hazy moon hovers above.

Periwinkle nights framed in gray,
Bedazzling crystals sprinkle down,
The world is silent,
As a thick blanket cleanses the ground.

A pastel palette,
Brings life to the trees,
The earth is reborn again,
As a gentle breeze magically blows.

I am a jar of lazy waltzing fireflies.
Tiny sparks drift
round about my insides.
Splintering lines wink
as glowing bugs dance in my frame.
Cracks run through me
like black crystal veins.

My glass chest is overcome
with a crawling web of fractures.
I screech
with the strain to hold together.

AND I SHATTER

Shards of me fall with a twinkling sigh
and in the air
a humming yellow fire swells.
Those who glowed within me dissipate,
lazily waltzing away
from a broken empty shell.