When I feel down
I like to think on all the phases in which I've loved you.
From the fragile flame of our brief beginnings,
To the tangled legs and songs of our second chance,
And I smile every time
I come back to the present,
And dwell in the me that belongs with you.

My grasp on the English language
Is far too insufficient
To explain what is happening inside my head.
It is even more futile,
When I attempt to explain what transpires
In my body.
There are no words
For what causes the disconnect between the two.

These are the only words I could find:
I'm sorry.

I met your easy laugh on the ocean
where fire beings seem to love to be.
We like flirting with impossible unions.
We came together to the sound of wave crash
sizzling like water on a stove top
spilled out by shaking hands.
bright beings lost in fever for each other.
I couldn't leave you in the ocean
the last day found my hands shaking around paper
pushed light int your pocket
I know you've kept it safe  
so i wonder if the way we walked on the islands
is burned into your memory.
I wonder if i am new in the place of your sweet tooth
you are new in my list of addictions
under the label
"not bad for you"
I wonder if I'm filed under
girl who laughs and loves like a teenager
free and unguarded
for the first time sense the first time
I'm not a warning at the port mouth
pecked apart by crows and groaning
this is a pirates love affair
you've amnesty or the map to the treasure
all that's left is the choosing.

The leaves dance in their forest fire pallet
above the shifting mists.
This riot of color
fragile and lovely in its temporal struggle.
Autumn will wander away as her dress goes to pieces
Like so much ash
to be washed over by bright snows.
Still, I am sure this is her home, and she will return
because she is loveliest here.

imagine a world
where every season
was even more silent
than the one before

the days got better
little by little
until i started to feel like
sunshine

when i see a spider
or i see a snake
i am shackled by fear
and frozen into place
but when i imagine
how the beasts must feel
they’re terribly afraid
to be crushed by my heel
they shield themselves with courage
by channelling their fears
emitting the strongest will to live
on a frequency no one else can hear
so when im feeling down
or feeling out of place
i imagine myself
as the spider and the snake

from mother’s purpureal
ruby berries
we nourish ourselves
consuming her tincture of life

silence
it subtly begs
your attention

We grow wild
unattended
Our rage is our own
We learn to love like nettles
and pretend we're not alone.