Sun and daisys
summers hot
dont be lazy
Smile wide

Not too crazy
times are tough
and money's tight
the car is broken
the bike is to
walking's always good for you
as is running, swimming, true
exercise and pay your due
don't complain just get it done
cause times are tough and money's tight
as it may don't take all day
learning how to cope,

Your job you hate
i understand
you must make it
meet demand
time's are tough and money's tight
these are things we cannot fight
your girl don't love you
that's ok
most love ends anyways
but smile wide
a little crazy
laugh a lot for
Sun and Daisys
life is not

find your strength,
and find your joy
in little places,
shy and coy,
against the dark
against the violence
against the stark cold endless silence
against the howling careless drone
that is your burden not alone
smile wide and don't be lazy
to live this life
one must be crazy

Rose petals daisys, are the things that make me happy. Blue sky's sunrise Im just glad to be alive.puppys and ice cream and everything in between.

Dear Daisy,, age 8, family fruitcake:
Keep at it, but don't feel proud about it.
Just keep going, because it's working.

Dear Daisy, age 11, addressed to boarding school:
You will learn something from this torture.
You will learn about forgiveness.

Dear Daisy, age 13, subject- your disappearing acts:
You are not ugly or undeserving or fat
or anything that she told you. I know you feel alone
but you could tell someone what's going and speak out
because you're not stupid if you open your mouth
and you ought to be more like what you want, not a clones.

Dear Daisy, age 15, congrats on the weight lost and gained!
You went through hell, and yes, you proved it
you can starve yourself, harm yourself, and tell lies very well
but you put the ones who love you through hell too
and you're lucky they love you anyways and for any whys
so just don't do it again.

Dear Daisy, age 17, subject: stop:
It is not your body that did this and  you did say no.

Dear Daisy, age 19, to UCL halls:
He deserves better and he's not right for you
and you're not the girl for him, you're pretending to be her
and you know it too-
You love him so much, so let him go.
That would be the kindest thing to do.

Dear Daisy, age 21, to Amber Ward, High Mental Health Institution:
You've been losing your mind for more than a year now
but you have looked and seen it's actually been far longer.
This is real now, and you haven't a clue who you really are.
With these new eyes, you can see you've made yourself up
since you were younger,
and you believed your act until it became true.
Don't look back and don't pretend you have't realised
what you can't un-see now, even though it was easier
back then when you didn't have to care.
And who knows? Maybe you will always feel this-
anxious and confused and scared,
but at least you're not fictional. You can become fact
so don't look back. That's the cowardly thing to do.
Just keep at it, like you did when you were 8
because it will work, and it will this time too
but then you were doing it for everybody else
and now, who the hell are you?

Dear Daisy, received yesterday:
don't stress and lose sleep for worrying
because you've got a Masters waiting and you don't want to get ill
and don't worry because tomorrow may be unthinkable
but it's coming. It always does,
so calm down and sit still.

I can't seem to think straight,
my moods swing like
bent butterfly wings.
She certainly pleased me,
every single part of me.
I loved her, but
now I don't.
It crushes me.
It's like pulling
the petals
off daisys.
It hurts.
Guess, I love other things
more than floating
on gentle breezes
with her tenderness.
It's safer that way,
less chance of
broken hearts &
bitterness.

just when
i thought i burned that bridge
i realize
somehow in shock each time
that you cant burn
stone

you can see the shadow
of charcoal brushstrokes
outlined on the gray surface
it crawls up the sides

one day
ill take a sponge
and scrub away those ashes
it will be "like new"

see those weeds?
in the patch of green
before you walk over
the dying bridge
they are
criss crossed in daisy's

ill pick them all
until all that's left
is yellow for
miles and miles

isn't that nice?
i thought so too
so how bout
you find your knees
and settle down
so you too
can pull weeds from the ground

When I was younger,
I wanted to be an artist.
I aspired to be someone
who made a difference,
like
Picaso or Vincent Van Gogh.
Someone who was remembered.

So like every little kid who has a dream,
I pursued it.
Saving up all the allowence I earned
In just 3 weeks
I had a total of $12.80.
Enough to fund the dream of a child.

I realized,
I loved drawing.
From the minute I picked up my
$2.50 pencil,
I knew my dream was going to come true;
Even if it started with doodles...
of flowers and stick people.

So eventually I grew up and I gave up that dream
of being an artist that makes a difference.
I gave up,
because I couldn't master drawing the perfect person.
I couldn't draw
how the persons eyes shinned when they saw the love of their life,
I couldn't capture
the beauty in the young girls smile
as she ran through the field of daisys towards her father,
who was coming home from war.

I realized that you can't capture the beauty and the memories
that someone holds
with a dream and a $2.50 pencil.
drawing // a.s.

Cliché of roses
Blood red petals fall the same
As the daisys tears

Sitting here
Let me disappear
Let me become the dirt on your shoes
You said to me
We were the flowers and the bees
And now I’m dying without you
Withering with to much emotion
Yet you won’t look at me
I was once ‘you’re precious daisy’
But now I’m left here dying
Dying and crying
Without you
Sitting here
Let me disappear
No longer a problem

My Mistress' Eyes Are Everything Beneath The Moon;
The crimsom of her lip is as the shade of blood;
If coal is black, why then her thighs are cream;
If skin be burlap, white silk is her body.
You have never seen masked daisys, black and blue
But she creates blooming poppies on my cheeks,
And no perfume upon the earth compares to her scent
The exhalation of my mistress is as jasmine and honeysuckle.
I hate when she is silent, yet well she thinks,
All other sound is dissonant compared to her voice.
A godess I first saw, as she passed me;
My mistress levitates and glides across the air.
    All the horrors of hell, are fine, if her memory remains in my mind.
Her magnificence is selfevident, with words beyond compare.

A posing branch pointing sophistication
through a bark of whispered peace. A
pokcet of mute jingling daisys curling
melodicaly in the breth of gentle air.
And a shallow pool of clarity, shining like
broken crystal under the watchful glow of the sky.

This is where our loved ones go,
     this is where they sleep.
Only to awaken as smiling robins on
lonely winter mornings to melt the
              cover of cold

oh forget me nots in my shaded woodland garden,
hibiscus of rememberance,
violet of the lavendars of my faithfullness,
iris of his wisdom and valour,
daisys of my white imagination,
heathers of my heart,
roses of his desire,
sweet pea of delicasies,
ivy of my eternal fidelity,
posies I desire,
he loves me, he loves me not.

I shall stand beside you

I will honor you

Let you have a voice

Let you speak your mind telling stories of when you were 9

Your golden hair is so pretty and pure

I lost myself in the blue of your eyes

I have no self control when it comes to you

I hold our baby son he is all you

My insides weep for the day that we found out

You may die

Gathering the strength we had and moved forward

I didnt think it would last that maybe it would go away

I watch you everynight as your weary head hangs low

Amazing your still so strong

I cant let you go you belong with me

What to do if you leave

I'll have no purpose or no cause

I just want to spend my days with you

I bring you daisys your favorite flower

You smile at me like no other

Your hands are feeble you try and hold our son

He is getting to be to much for you

He just started to run

I know that you are ready

This seems like a lie

Maybe someone isnt telling the truth

There is a cure and it could work for you

Years of memories

I stand beside you as you close your eyes saying your goodbyes

One day I will be with you again

I'll love you until the end

I will honor who you are and tell our son about his mom

I cant even look at him without feeling sad

I will try and be the best dad

I stand beside you even after your gone

Loving you so much

Missing your touch

When the angel wings touch you as you fly with them

I will know that your safe

You dont hurt there is no more disease

Just a little girl about 9 or so

Playing in the fields

Letting the daisys tickle her toes

I shall love you

So I will let you go

Lavander sweet, butterfly breezes
Love in the dusty yellow sunshine
Mason jars filled to the brim with liquid amber and honey
Fragrant daffodils, flourishing tall as trees
And
Darling panseys and daisys
Who dance like suthern bells
Bees take flight and the nights are filled with wonderlust
and longing
Starlight grazing the slightest lullaby
As is grows like thunder
And threatens to tear the unconciousness from your eyes

my fingers are spindles of thread, unwoven from blankets of strong women who fought harder fights than I could withstand.
my neck is a porcelain clock. engraved with wisps of words, it's cogs churning to keep my brain functioning.
my torso is an storm. lightning leaves scars acrioss the lining of my stomach, spreading out like spiderwebs, covered in dew. thunderheads boom when I walk, rattling my ribs and awakening this hummingbird heart.
my spine is a garden, blooming. daisys and forget-me-nots bloom from the soil tilled into my veterbrae.
My hamstrings are tightrope across the twin towers, quivering.
My knees are doorknobs left unturned, the room contents dusty and cobwebs string the corners.

Daisies are funny little things
When looked upon at first
Opening up its many arms
To brighten up your day.
No clue to find their secret
Of shining without light
They stand against the world
Yet sway to calls of breezes.
While lying next to one
They peep into your mind
As though to say I’m free
Enjoying every movement.
Recalling why I noticed
Daisy’s secret world
Brings back times of joy.
While strolling with my love
I bent down to pick one
She said no without emotion
And explained their world to me.
And though she’s gone – I remember
For in the fields I’m careful
Of where I step or lay…….

Your voice runs through my head
A tape recorder
crackly and old.

I remember every word that
you have ever said.

They string along
flowing out of my ears.

Everything is backwards.

You can't control your destiny
but you have tried nonetheless.

Backwards and forwards.
Your fate is relentless.

You can only have the best
You never stop to rest.

Where are you going with your life
I wonder.

And how did you manage
to avoid such a blunder

This blunder meaning me,
My life.

Your run your life like you run your car.
Spewing out harmful toxins.

riding by the small things.
constantly looking ahead

you never stop to smell
daisys, daffodils.

you keep running over cats
you tires tread over my head.

what you say is harsh
and has no meaning.

i watch you and start silently seething

everything from your dandruff
to your hairy toes.
makes me want to knock you out cold.

you cant seem to string along thoughts that make any sense.
but i seem to remember what you say
more than ever.

your so hypocritical to me
and you say you want to be free.

you
are
a
joke.

the words you said to me
that night are branded into my brain

how am i even sane?

"You only want what you can't have,
i loved you,
did you know that?
Your insane for not loving me back,
you have more hidden issues
than ive ever had.
i did everything i could for you,
Did you know that?
i love you,
you know that."

Dandelions Daisys
and Daffodils
ultra twilight
Mourning Glorys

Beau coups of tragically
beautiful Buttercups

Scarlet Lillys
and Royal Violets
Violently pursued
by less than
gentle sunlight

Sharp piercing
cutting thorns
enticing with
yellow blush
and crimson Roses

Beauty for a time
a moment less
maybe moments longer
Then wilted away

Another then springing
from darkness unto light
and brilliant breath
...and another

Each purposed only to
the sustenance
of the thorns
and the beauty thereof.

-R.

(10)
-Hlywd

Gifts of isle,
Odd rarities, a clasp of corners,
Frugity,
Trapezoid,
Fluidly,
Agrown,
As a teething,
Jewel or treasure,
Soulfully bound,


Chase lights like oceans,
Ever against
The fascinating cylinder

Ready or not,
Here it is again,

Pictures of families,
Roses and daisys

Flowers bloom
Flowers die
Some are beauty
Such as my

Sweet scented
Wild and alive
Cover pastures
It which we writhe

Gratious,fine
Soft and fair
Unlike those flowers
My daisys better bare

Spring fever hits harder than bricks fashioned from commitment. Modern medicine might only mask me but disguise also fights the monster called allergies
When the bottle is half empty of pills
When my psyche is half full of fractured theory
I’m evened out
Swallowing Zyrtec just to cover pure symptoms helps me clear chaos clogging vacant voids.
Hiding what is really there, like the ragweed that has me all destroyed
All while covering up the fact that I don’t even like
And spending every waking moment trying to convince myself I have to.
I’m prone to be known as hypersensitive to my surroundings, tearing up and twisting tissues.
My brain is battered like a broken fish tanks clattered over my head.
So when you speak, words caress my cochlea but don’t make it past the membrane
You think flirting with nature is only temporary
I’m deviant in the fact that I’m simply just a minority
I get so nervous that sometimes I can’t breathe
Attempting to break through fog façades provided by pollen pestering septum cavities
So I’m going to put in time to rhyme and scatter thoughts like daisys carelessly
Because I am careless about what exactly us is.
Me, with my moments you'll never intake.
Sorry you mistook my misadventures as mistakes
What makes you think I'd ever tell you anything
I don't have the ability to speak
You, with your  headaches and vapid complaints
You’re a joke man
Late you are in the car when you pick me up
Thanks for the scarf to satisfy this sickness
I wear it. It gets heavier and heavier
You’re satisfied, I’m strangled

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Hoping one day
My wish comes true

Roses are dead
Violets are alive
Why my dreams
Do not come true

Sunflowers are yellow
Daisys are purple
Why should we
Leave follow me

I need to accept failure
Keep moving on along
Accept everything went wrong

He gave me a daisy seed
But no soil to plant it in
And asked me to hold out hope
That it could grow from nothing

You were my cup of peppermint tea
Now I drink black coffee

You were afraid of the dark
But the darkness in your heart guided you

You and I were different from the start
You wanted daisys
And I wanted roses

I wanted you
You wanted a tool

Drink my tea while you're still here
Remember the sweetness

Drink the bitterness when you're gone
Reminds me that you aren't here

you are not their definition of beauty.

they say that you are nothing more than your white, cracked bones
but they don't see the crystalblue sea that's flowing  inside your bones

they say, that you are nothing more, than your destroying cigarettes
but  they don't see the daisys, that grow in your lungs

they say, that your blood is nothing more than devasting alcohol
but they don't see, that it's that blood, that makes your lips more red, than a thousand roses on a sparkling springday

they say, that there are nothing more,  than braincells, ruinning through your head
but they don't see, the effervescent stars, and the sparkling snowflakes falling out of your eyes

they say that your skin, is nothing more than the faults and scars in it,
but they don't see the sunset, hiding under the first layer of skin.

*You are not their definition of beauty, you are not their definition of you.

Your laugh is like the night sky
Everlasting in my mind
Going on forever in my eyes
Such a feeling i cant unwind
Calling you a rose is untrue
Roses are thorned and overrated
And it just isnt you
Your beauty cannot be stated
You are a daisy
Lovely and yellow
Little smile driving me crazy
Roses are lame, and you are mellow
Ignore the dumb roses,
Daisys are perfect for me.