The crystals that fell from that tree;
Shards scattered beneath me.
I remember it was like
I was running and I couldn’t stop
And it all flew by in a rush.
Soon I’ve fallen to my knees;
The wind picks up and I can’t breathe.
Panicking over what I’ve lost and what once was,
I remember when the rain stopped falling
And the sand filled my lungs
And I started to stumble
But still I kept on moving because
I knew there had to be
Something at the end of that road.
Ice cuts deep into my skin these days
And my veins are full of venom.
My fingertips reach for the roots of my past,
The roots of the tree
That held it all.
I need a calm, nice place to sit and think.
A meadow of marigolds would be nice or
Maybe underneath a willow tree.
Fairytales can find me there,
And I can casually shake golden pixie dust
Out of my hair.
Wings will grow between my shoulder blades
And my old t-shirt
Will become a beautiful gossamer gown.
The sun will start to set.
That’s when we, Elf King,
In a circle,
Underneath the glowing moon.
I will feast on the nectar of dreams
And tell you that
I’d love to be your queen
But if not then that’s alright with me.
Just please let me be a part of the magic
Because here I feel like I’m at home.
Just let me dance with you,
Shaking golden pixie dust
Out of my hair,
Feasting on the nectar of dreams
In a circle
Underneath the glowing moon.
Dark city, twisted mind
Till the end of time.
Eyes wide and sparkling,
I take it all in.
I want so much, yet it makes me feel
What I must do in this world
Is all crumpled up in my pocket;
I want it but I don’t have the will
To take it out and straighten its folds.
I’m tired. So tired.
I look at my reflection and see
All soft flesh.
And I wish I felt safe,
But out there it’s a warzone.
I’m running away—
That way I’ll escape this dark city,
To the vibrant forests of my youth
Diamonds embedded in flesh
Sparkling where the wounds should be
That has come to save me;
Show me some light
She takes me to an island,
Buries me in the sand
And when I wake I see—
See what’s real again
The sand loops around me
My shadows disappear
Silently I write in purest hope that
Clarity comes to you as it did me
Loops and labyrinths
Rings of fire
Blood flowing through
This little house of mine
Jungle mind and fragile heart
She takes me back home breathless
I lie beneath the sky and
Feel fully functional
Good old Gerwyn lived on a fading hill
He lived in a game, lived in my mind
There, lies are truth and truth is nothing but a lie
And the river doesn’t flow because
It is trapped inside a great glass box.
One day old Gerwyn got trapped
In a gigantic turquoise balloon.
All the turtles stood in a circle and laughed.
He floated up in the sky, and wished
That Salvador Dali could come get him out.
After all, he was the only one
That understood these happenings.
But Gerwyn wasn’t real and so
He lives in that big balloon to this day.
Life, take me back to all the times
When my light was untouched by
And words as forceful as stones
On my two small shoulders.
Take me back to magical days,
Looking for fairies in the garden or
Trying to spot a mermaid amongst fresh ocean waves.
Those days I cherish like
A beloved collection of my favorite books.
Now at nearly nineteen I watch my young sisters
with a smile.
I myself am still young, standing on the threshold
Of childlike wonder and
The seriousness that comes with growing up.
I hope with all I am that I never lose
That sparkling wonder.
Even at fifty or at sixty
I want to have a shimmer in my eyes;
The only mark of my physical age will be
The lines the world will have given me
As a token for living through a plethora
Of delights and of difficulty.
And as I look at my own face and hands today,
I notice the rosiness of youth that still courses through me;
Giving my pale flesh a soft pink glow
And my hair, still shining like copper, continues to rapidly grow.
Sometimes I fail to realize just how fortunate I am
To wake in peaceful daylight with a ready mind.
And each day I continue to learn more and more,
Ready to take on the world with love.
I found myself
At insecurity’s door
On a lonely Thursday.
In a room full of peers,
All I felt was fear.
So I wandered through
The garden in my mind
To the darkest recesses, where
To my distress,
The door was waiting there,
Just for me.
A chorus of voices told me
To take a peek inside,
And so I did.
But sitting behind that door
Was the monster they call insanity.
Its green eyes pierced my heart.
I gave it one look and slammed
I ran out of my garden
And haven’t looked back