glimpse at the odd
the hidden from you

faeries dance in water pools
golden light quivers
sparkles

time is nonexistent
AWAKe

birds sit still
and sing lovely noise white noise

eat peaches and pears and strawberries
live
live live freely
uncontained
cry for joy
not a big deal
you are happy happy happy joyous perfect sit still or you
can run like me

when you laugh it echoes
never stops
equivalent to years

white blue foam waters play
and dance




there is but one flaw in this world
where are you
i scream

the birds flutter away
the river pauses, midway lapping onto a rock
silence's ears perk

WHERE ARE YOU
INEEDYOU
PLEASECOMETOME

Above the sea,
With clouds slipping,
The old moon runs
All this ocean is,
Glass and dream
Is all mirror, I face
Reflections of loss
And promise unknown,
Anxious, clear emptiness,
The peace of held sorrows
Of a lone soul floating out,
Tossed in the blood tides
Of dashing hope, blurry,
Bane dream made reals,
In this picture, slow runs,
Of ocean moods, my being,
Two moons anchored by the sea.

All artists are born with magic in them,
They use it to create beautiful things out of thin air
Though I've found that none could ever compare
To that of the wonders by your hands

You were born to shape the world
To twist and bend it to your design
I was surprised when you choose me as your canvas
Molded me to perfection and titled it 'Mine'



You once told me that I was your muse
A body so full of untapped beauty
That it was criminal to hide

I told you I know I'm not much
But I'm all yours, so take me
And rearrange me into something worth your love



You made me feel beautiful and I loved the attention
You told me to close my eyes and use my imagination
And when you gave me wings and told me to fly
I did so without any hesitation



If I would've just opened my eyes
I would've seen the truth
An artist lives off the high of creation
And once they've finished they're through

While my back was turned
And I prepared to take the fall
You were off to find another canvas
Another muse to use up

decorate the stars with hate
that will make those same stars fade
separate yourself and wait
for the dark sky that you've made

Child picking flowers
She loves me, she loves me not
Soft wind graffiti