You smelled the white flower
You enjoyed her beauty
You took care of her in winter
To watch her bloom in spring

The flower stung you hard
When you tried to pick her
And put her in your little vase
Flowers in vases fade

The flower stopped to bloom
When you tried to move her
To your garden behind the hill
Who told you she can grow there?

If you care about her
Water her, and with love
Admire for a while, but don’t
Linger there forever…
Its time to let go now…

Breathe;

I know there was a time when you thought,
you would burn bright like the shooting- stars with me;

Does it make you breathless,
How we became,
Candles throbbing with a steady flame.

Every word you say
A painting in my ear,
About your secrets

Every thought you have
A story in my heart
About your life

Every look you give?
Poems in my eyes
About your pains

Every thing you do
Sad songs in my mind
That are eternal

Nobody knows
Except my soul
About your secrets…

                        ....So tell me

A God or a Titan?
I think that might be 
right on
the button.

In for a pound and you'll be in for a penny
any more?
if there's muck there'll be brass
that's another.

Adages are natures way
of saying,
get a life.

but good or bad
Jack the lad will
always be Jack.

Intelligence is real
the rest is artificial.

try telling that to a clever girl.

see how I ramble?

A God or a Titan,
a wrong 'un or right one
we all want the light on
when we get scared.

I keep my mouth closed,
using super glue like it's chapstick.
Lips sealed but hands free, writing my secrets into poetry,
I sometimes feel very cowardly only being able to share empty words about my empty feelings  to empty faces on this empty stage.
Empty.
I don’t cry as often as I should, maybe I’m just drained, maybe I’ve just emptied
The drain that connects my tear glands to the rest of my body.
And on the off chance I cry-
my pillow must have nightmares from my screams,
and sometimes- sometimes I hear my pillow sobbing with me.