April Moon

Milk-washed moon,

it wanes for you,

smiles, only because you do.

& with every turn,

the world burns

with a fire, for your glory.

This Earth was made for you.

Become, my love,

my child,

this

is your story.

Old Growth

When was it

that

we all became this?

Distant, old version

of ourselves.

Don't you remember?

Saying you'd be better.

Fixed on a daydream;

Tidal waves of world change.

Gone,

somehow,

now,

the gold dust in our eyes...

When was it

that

we all became this?

Relic

What am I?

Love?

Deceit?

Evil?

Where was I dropped?

How did I fall so far?

When I want to be like them - 

When my face flows like a river. 

Who was I ever?

Other than this soft gingerbread

of someone

you constantly ask to remember.

Jade Tattoo

Never do I look at my arms

and see a cleanliness.

Never do I see a sea of skin.

I look upon my flesh and find

carvings.

of once was

of wish-they-were;

A ladybug for my grandmother, who called me Millie.

A wolf for my father, who taught me what strength was

inside and out.

For my friends, matching memories of our love, our youth.

& all others, that hold an ounce of your face,

your meaning..

When I look upon my skin, I don't see my own flesh,

I see you - I see a lifetime.

It Takes Two

 There is no story

of you and I.

Just an introduction

& long goodbye.

You can build your walls,

& I will cry,

But as you lay grout,

I will continue with life.

May turn my head

to see you smile,

but keep a distance

as you lay tile.

Empty gestures

lie across your bust;

For in your true heart,

you will never trust.

Believe me,

I can lead a horse to water,

show him to drink,

that we should trust one another,

But if he turn head,

close an eye,

the stream we drink

is sure to dry.

Ode To A River

 Ripple away, fair river -

caressing each stone

as if it were your own.

Loving it,

until, one day, it erodes...

& becomes a part of us all

The Forest

They tell me;

Say, nothing is better than

'this' or 'that'.

But,

have you ever been

blissfully alone?

hearing rare, your own mind,

only bluebirds and the skies.

& as you sink into peace,

opening eyes,

you stare straight up -

& just as you do,

a wish flower pass by.

you feel such bliss,

close your eye

& pass judgement, that

If ever within such happiness,

one could die

& ne'er have a regret.

For, what a beautiful life. ♡

Free Love

sometimes

we lose sight

of love

& of each other.

when the windows cry

all muddy

from last night's words.

but outside

it seems so clean

so free.

"That's me"

she said, smiling.

That's who I want to be.

Free.

A Little Bit More

Every

today

is a little bit better

than yesterday...

Today my mind is wiser,

breaths taste sweeter,

friends grow closer,

and my heart be more rich

than it had ever before.

Every today

is a little bit better

for I,

am a little bit more.

Sewn

I am so sad
most the time,
I dont see why.

I try to look at the positive,
every single instance, every single time.
But even when I see,
how happiness is in the distance;
Coming, and I can spot it,
I know I've felt it,
and I remind myself of the "how could I have even been sad?" moments
It never matters.
Because the down moments last longer,
they're worse,
they eat me.
Taking pieces out of my skin.

It's as if I was being chewed on,
then sewn up.
& every time I am sewn,
they say "all better now"
and it is better.
Until I am chewed on again.
Until I am told how good being sewn is,
again.

I am a tired ragdoll
being chewed and sewn,
chewed and sewn.
Pieces of me gone,
parts of me hanging, damaged,
but I keep going, I keep existing.
Just to be chewed again
sewn again.