you lure me like
a mosquito
craving for your
blood
starving
for your
love.

If the past fills
Your thoughts
Like a thief-in-the-night;
Stealing your words
All the time;
Maybe, it’s time
To leave it All
Behind.

Hang on
To the Good,
Though.

There’s no use in dwelling.
There are voices inside
Yelling;
"Stop them,
Now."

"Now."

No more, no more.
Send them away,
To a place
Where they
Are free to
Rest,
Forevermore.

They’re dark waves,
Crashing ashore.

Do not hate them,
Do not shame them.

Just maybe,
They will
No longer
Intrude,
As you
Attempt,
To sleep.

Sleep soundly
Tonight.

Evermore.

my fingers are filthy
gutting the dirt from the earth out
buried memories
of the painful past
lashing out on everything and everyone
i am destroyed
i read once
that if you breathe and give your stress
to the
universe
it will take care of you
but mercury is in retrograde
just eating my insides
one
by
one
digging out of graves
is never easy
but being trapped in one
forever
is just as hard
im getting on my rocket ship
flying to mars

candles light up her room
it smells like herbs
and flowers

fall is her favorite season
she enjoys the rain
while dancing trough the woods
barefooted

she's one with nature and the sun
but in love with the moon

Once you reach
a certain age
you will wonder
which faces will fade
which friendships will die
and what memories
will become
only sparks

roses are red,
violets are blue,
you are sweet and kind,
and beautiful too.