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she sat high up in the tree
dangling her legs
watching the clouds drift by lazily

home, she thought, is not a static place
made of wood or bricks, a roof on top

home could be a field of flowers
or home could be right here
under the vast sky
watching the stars alight at night

within the first light of a new day
with shadows still low and stretched out on the sand
she walks in the footsteps of her father,
fading already

she tries to follow him, still
despite knowing he is away
for good

it doesn't hurt her that he is gone
it hurts he couldn't stay

She was, she watched, but she wasn't real anymore. For weeks I could still see her sitting in bed, smoking a cigarette without smoke. She smiled and I smiled back. I told her stories. I liked to make up stories. Stories were better than truth, most of the time they still are.

I rearrange white pebbles
beyond the thoughts, the dream
now obscured

my fingernails filthy with dirt
I dig deep into my heart
buy you beautiful fragile flowers

but here I find you
beneath the earth, the stone
no longer my home

casting my eyes to ground
I find our morning shadows fading
dark clouds have gathered to shade our sun
we own our separate thoughts
both wrought with guilt

I love you
but my heart beats out of sync

let the rain pour down
I am now ready to drown

I weave my thoughts into the fabric of time.
Never ending story.

she mourns during the days, with closed fingers
every night, as she stares at the ceiling in her bedroom, her eyes deceived by daunting dreams
she tears from her chest the love that slowly drowns her
an open heart bleeding deadly regret
she knows the truth, but she can't forget

who am I to judge the jaded ones
walking empty eyed through crowded streets
slowly poisoned by the city's concrete structures
no personality, just rigid steel

I do admire the wayward ones
running wild, defying the rules
like every day is new chance
to finally break free

hiding in plain sight
colorful chameleon
master in disguise

you, my sweet desire
I await the hour of our sin
my love long since kindled, now burning with lust
seduced, I trace our memories on your skin
feel my power
I am longing alone
and longing only
a raging fire fromwithin
kiss me
thrill me

snow-topped mountains conceal hidden valleys
green, lush but lonesome

here, where spirits linger
only birds perch in a majestic tree, temporarily

I reach out for the stars
find freedom in my solitude
I'm growing wings; I'll learn to fly

nighttime sounds: an owl in a tree,
wind rustling the remaining leaves
gnarly branches,
black against the moon

the sweetest dreams,
taking residence in my heart

you & I
an impossible possibility
the sheets will not reveal my secrets

A tentative kiss

and in the morning
when I find myself again
looking into the mirror of your eyes
our lips brush lightly: a tentative kiss
you touch my cheek, saying
how are you
have we met before?

maybe yesterday, once more