I wish I existedI am just the soundThe old radio playsStatic and songsNeither good nor badNobody notices when it's turned offAnd I wish so hard that I existed.I am just the shadowSitting in the cornerNo eyes see meAs I watch the gamesPool, ping-pong, darts,Shouting, laughterBut no eyes see meAnd I wish so hard that I existedI am just the girlfriendObligatory lumpOn the boyfriend's sideDo his thingsMeet his needsAnd I wish so hard that I existedBut I don't
Imbolic 2007Midwinter's moonlaying lowjust above the treesOpen, full and widespilling lightfilling the whole earthMoondrops roll gentlydripping from the dark breastsand round belliesof the mountainspooling deep in the meadowsHeavy moon-drenched snowweighing the low tree's branches
Finding Beauty 01I was out looking for the perfect violet. I though I had found one, and had just picked it, it's stem sturdy and strong in my hands, when I found Her laying in a bed of fresh green aspen leaves, their round, slightly serrated edges framing the bright fallen-leaf copper of her curling hair. Her pale face peaked in a sharp little chin. Her long, pale lashes fell on round cheeks that shined with the matte glow of a fresh-fallen yellow apple. And then I saw her wings. Transparent as a dragonfly's, they draped gracefully over her narrow back, mingling with the aspen leaves. Each had an infinitely delicate vein system in crystalline-shimmering gold, and where the veins became to small to see, I couldn't really tell if her wing was there until a slight movement made the light refract off them in a golden sparkling rainbow. I could have watched her sleeping forever, but, clumsy I, I stepped on the smallest of dry twigs, snapping it loudly.
I am the WriterI am the writer.With word as my artI draw picturesacross white paper.Smooth sentencesflow like waterfrom my fingertipsacross the keyboardonto a blank screen.I am the writer.With my wordsnations are foundedor crumble.I am the writer!The great mageswait my commandand all their magicis mine to use.It is my decisionwho will live and die,the world waitsholding their breath!I am the writer!And then I wake upand I'm nobody again.
DancingDancing by myselfwearing my favorite jeans and an itty bitty shirtand jasmine perfumewith the music so loudsinging alongwatching myself reflected in the windowand my shadow on the floorbecause there's nobody else aroundand it feels good to be me.But then you're hereand our bodies once as sure as twining snakesare strangersfull of elbows and kneesawkward anglesand blind mistakesmy rhythm is gonethe music lost in meaningless noise.Your eyes find mineand your hands guide my hipsinto a new rhythmgentler than the firstguide me to a music quieterthat only we can hearand we are nothing but two vinesgrowing on the same treeindistinguishable from each other.Then you're gone and by myself againWearing dirty jeans and your green sweatshirtthat still smells like youThe music pounding out of the speakers so loudthe floor shiverswhere my foot counts the beatbiding my timeuntil we can dance together again.
Red RaspberryLook,beneath my dark leavesbeware the thornsFindsweet ruby clustersskin tight and shinyTasteas rich as the earth I grow inas sweet as the sun that feeds meSavorevery drop of juiceas precious as the dawnTakeall you can carryspread my childrenI have given them all I can
SimplyA simple touch and I walk upon the water,A simple kiss and I sail above the clouds,A simple word and I float among the stars,For I simply love you.
I'm not telepatheticI'm not telepatheticand you aren't too,because you would knowand you wouldn't be angry with me.Therefor, you're thinking of me too.
.let the flowerin your heartb l o s s o m
SupermanHe's my SupermanBut I'm his KryptoniteHe's found his mortal weaknessWhile I found my shining knightWe fit perfectlyYet tear each other apartWe connect easilyYet find it hard to sync upI can read him like a mapBut he gets lost by my sideI watch him save the dayWhile he's blind during the nightWe are inseparableYet we tend to come undoneWe are seizableYet we can't be overcomeHe's my RomeoBut I'm his poisonHe's taken my lethal doseWhile I've cherished his antiveninI'm no good for himYet I can't leave his sideHe's my SupermanYet I'm his Kryptonite
TrustThe rain falls into veils that fill the world to the brimFading and forming curtains of blues and uncertaintyThe greys come to meet the azure with solemn resignationMiles on the roadsigns tearing apart unknown destinationsThe fragile lifeline of honest words illuminates the twilightPure white seagulls sing the arias of the heroes of pastWords written in the sand are washed by the restless wavesThe unbroken circuit of a promise contains the seeds of peaceA shivering soul reveals its shape in the hands of a gentle loverEvery little breath it feels like the reeds know the changing windTouch slowly cracks open the doors guarding well-kept secretsWhere the I that lives in deep dreams waits for sacred silence
Heart's ApocalypseYour lips on my lips- apocalypse.
With PicturesMy ears are heavy (blue glass stones)My heart twisted (ancient apple tree)Hiding away (rusting chainmail)When I know not whoor whatI want