She makes me feel giddy
tingles down my spine
like sweet mint on my tongue

She's got eyes like leaves
smooth drops of lily pads
resting in her glistening orbs

she always blushes so softly
it looks like rose petals
melded on to her skin

She's lavender to my soul
calms me down to sleep
in ways only she can do

How can something so sweet be so poisonous
a little petal full of toxins
a flower that feeds on death

How can so many lovely things be deadly
a plant creating scopolamine
a leaf that brews violence

Sometimes you sit down
and nothing ever comes

Sometimes you pick up the pen
and ink just pool in one spot

Other times you write possessed
with a need to get it all out
onto the page and out of your mind

Other times a ghost writer
gives you their thoughts
and inspires every page

I think it is raining
I heard drips
just now starting
like the beginning
of a heavy storm

Clouds ready to burst
full and heavy rain
waiting to pour down
it pings on my window
sweetly and rhythmic

Gentle drops now
but soon a typhoon
everything starts small
before it hits big
with a crescendo of noise

so I watch content
but a little wary
from my window
as the sky dribbles
like staccato notes

Staccato heartbeat
  why do you beat
  so very quickly?

Tapping heartbeat
  don't beat fast
  like a heartache

Optimistic heartbeat
  stop jumping
  at their smile

Popping heartbeat
  can you calm
  yourself please?

cold heavy hands
drag me down
into the deep sea

i'm dragged down
into this oblivion
where apathy settles

like hemlock tea, my presence hard to swallow.
breathing me in is wysteria, the air around me is poison.

Hey it’s okay
it’s okay to be yourself
it’s okay not to be the best
sometimes we make mistakes
but that doesn’t mean you are one

sweet dripping and lush
in my tea and into me
honey in my veins

The walls will whisper
of what they witnessed
during the darkest night
of the man murdered

The roof holds dear
the soft hushing
of the young mother
soothing her babe

The graves soak up
all our fragile tears
that hit the ground
in the grieving sorrow

The grass will tremble
in anticipation now
at the bouncing step
of a new adventure

It bruises purple underneath
a sick stain surrounds my eyes
skin slouching down in despair
a dark piece of evidence
lingering sadly on my skin

As I lock away the tiredness
further into my mind
where it settles in the emptiness
and stays in the hallow nights
when sweet sleep never reaps

wandering through the stacked books
with delicate frames atop a sloped nose
shoulder length locks of leather brown
your physicians fingers on a book spine
honey eyed glances thrown over to me

sweet lips mumble poetic pages to themself
I hear pages rustle and soft sweaters shift
as you close the book and come over to sit
hands clasped on the table we chatter
and hour will fly by enraptured by you

High school is a prison
guards march the halls
watching us like hawks
waiting to ****** us up
for any transgression
we just scuttle along
with our heads down low

High school is a prison
bells ringing sharp as knives
telling us where we can go
and when we can go there
we line up for meager food
it's time for lunch now
hope I don't get poisoned

High school is wrong
mixing and mushing
facts and figures
into students heads
till is bleed out
through their ears

High school is wrong
telling you to sit down
shut up and to behave
whenever we are wrong
we are failures to them
for simply trying our best

sweet little kitty
with soft fur and gentle purrs
who wouldn't love you?

at that first loud crash
I huddle under thin sheets
shivering and scared

I wanna smell like lavender and honey drops

I wanna be there when your heart stops

I wanna breathe in decay and out life

I wanna go to sleep and ascend to your side

I wanna return to dirt and become flowers

I wanna have honeybees in my blooms

life gave you lemons
least it gave you something
life isn't so free

Like hermes on a road
dusty sandals and robes
waving hello to travelers
they make their way home

Like athena in the library
nose in a book reading aloud
young children gather round
for knowledge to share

Like poseidon by the seashore
collecting shells and bobs
waving to the waves
as they wash on shores

Like apollo riding the sky
bringing light and joy
smiling like sunshine
and warmth like a hug

Like artemis in the woods
hunting in the forest
with little girls and curls
and flowers in their hair

Sometimes you have to pause
stand still in the every day
no matter how long it's been
and breath life deeply again
sight it out and observe
look at all that is wonderful
take a glance at the little things

relaxing and loving
for laying in bed
all day every day

chill beats that flow
over your ears
and your tired soul

Love isn't a concept
strapped down to romanticism
it's like light through a prism

Reflecting itself in different ways
you can love someone platonically
or even inconsistently

Love no matter the form
however you take that to be
will always be love to me

my skin is a mask
restricting and choking me
as I try to move

“Wow, you’re so polite!”
Thanks, I’m afraid you’ll **** me for any slight.

Meet me by the river
where the sweet grass grows

Meet me in the evening shade
where our bodies will lay

Meet me with smile and kiss
something gentle on your blood lips

emotions bundled up
unstable nuclear reactor
waiting to meltdown