Follow the white rabbit,
into enchanted valleys of wondrous nonsense.
Our world is Our own.
A mirrored sanctuary, begging us to question which left is right.
Falling down to get back up.
Through the sense we know, into the abyss.
Take the pill that shatters the sky into a sea of diamonds.
Late to follow, too early to go.
Red as the Rose
Red the dress I wear
the letter I bare
Melt into the flames with me,
I’ll free your tortured soul.
Burning Fire, fades into silent embers
Don’t let the light go out.
The taste of desire, a slow dance underwater, where the undertow will drown you willingly.
My kiss: your last breath.
There’s that rain again, fogging up the kichen window…
I drowned into the smokey glass, finding your face in the condensation. Half of the heart you drew upon it has started to fade
A traffic hazard to my left.
I like how the street lights fade into droplets, hypnotizing oneself into the asphalt’s inviting emptiness.
I painted my nails “Moody Blue” today…
Play your song for me…I know it well. I’ll be lazy here on blue velvet clouds of forgotten promises. Laughing on the outside, split ends know me well. As they crept up onto my freshly dried hair, I remembered the moment within that moment when you first looked at me.
Parched for your affections, dressed in my undressed mind. Hooks and eyes that one has only seen.
An additive, not necessary, presumptuously preferred.
And so, I’ll sink away into the tide, just as I was, I will be, renounced into the deep.
She woke up in a sea of green. Tracing her steps back from where she came…enchanted by the golden hue that the sunlight left on her hair…curious how far off the path she would wander.
Embracing the warmth of the earth beneath her, she stopped for a moment, to feel the trees brush lightly atop her skin, whispering their melodies of a sweet summer breeze that dances through their branches and flow through ones soul.
Echoing tides of a blue bird’s song remind her of her happiness…an obsolete path.
A woodwind’s song of playful curiosity; a dance of sorts.
A magic feather…the gift of flight.
-to hold you high above the cloud you stand beneath-
Close your wide-eyed thoughts and believe for one moment you are what you really are. Absolute.
Flying,
Fleeting,
Floating…
Sing your sweet melody of strength; this which you have strayed from, you can honestly become.
You’ve given me this magic feather, perchance I may fly.
Lying in bed falling into a deep depression for which I thought we were unified. Seeing now how the deep hatred of this country has embodied itself into one MAN. Not out of diligence, but of fear. What good can become of such sickness? I feel the world shifting beneath my once steadily beating heart, broken into a million pieces that now float above our heads. Only time can put us back; ToGetHer.
I live in a house where all the clocks read a different number, where time is uncertainty. The only constant is that clock, ticking each minute away; every second another breath cycle we create without an inkling of our last. Forget not what you know, but what you don’t. Remembering the years I spent breathing for you. 1:52a.m.
“Once there was a girl named Jenny. She was like all the other girls, except for one thing.
She always wore a green ribbon around her neck.”- Alvin Schwartz
I watched her fall, a maple leaf turned to brown.
Before the time of Autumn.
Riding beside me she drifted through the howling wind of lost conciousness.
Where will she float off to without direction from the others, to crumble to ash?
Fasten a ribbon emerald & pure around the neck for safekeeping.
