there was never any more of you than there is now,
nor any more of me than there is now,
if we shall be heaven, let us be heaven now,
if we shall be heathens, let us be heathens now,
for you are the south of yesterday
and the north of tomorrow
for i am the west of nothing
and the east of infinity
let us love where we cross
and if we shall cross, let us cross now
and if we shall cross only once
i will make east kiss west
and i will let south kiss north
until we become infinitesimally small
towards nospace and notime
i unbecoming i
you unbecoming you
us becoming from two
infinite at the single point now
at the single moment now
where we are nothing but now

Lush green grass
sliding between my toes
makes me smile

The leaves are falling

The grass will catch them with poise

The tall tree still stands

The leaves, the sea, the sky,
The grass, the birds, my eyes,
Blues swimming into yellows,
Kissing each other on the nose,
Booming into 1000 symphonies,
From birds beaks to cloudy peaks,
Wash my eyes in colour,
And peel back the ground to the core,
So I can see it's roots,
It's bones.

they say the grass grows greener on the other side
but I've been watering myself down day after day
counting calories, running on treadmills for hours,
you know it seems like the only thing I could eat without feeling guilty about myself is a small bowl of nothing
but even that would be too much.
and when I do eat, I eat so much that I'm too full to go on with the day
but that fullness can't fill up the empty void in my head that's supposed to be telling me to love myself
because how can I love myself when the only thing that's ever loved me was a hot pocket in the freezer
and how can I love myself when my dad says people who hurt themselves are crazy but then saw my scars and didn't apologize
and how could I love myself when I was the age of 16, the woman who gave birth to me told me depression is just a phase
and how can I love myself when the first boy I ever loved told me the only way to chase after his heart would have to be on a treadmill
and how am I supposed to love myself when people think that not eating all day is an accomplishment
but who knows maybe the grass is greener on the other side after all

Winds blow across grass.
A beagle on the top step.
Brightly shining sun.

The cold brisk wind blows.
Creating soft tender tones
on the hanging chimes.

The truth is...*
I fall upon the ground
A seedling in your grass
Whether I willed or not
To come knocking again
And find myself at a loss
For not giving up was my
Plan and I still can never
Win a battle no one but
I would have even fought.

Atoms aluminate in hydrogens gleam,
where gravity breathes on every blade
graced in chlorophyll.