your scent is draped around my room
like fairy lights, my love;
they shine as bright as stars at night (how
darkness makes faint lights shine bright)
as bright as sun above.
remember how my skin would glow
in early morning haze?
reflecting off your sunlight heat
(your skin like cigarette smoke, sweet)
upon me you would gaze
and, like a gazania daisy,
i opened up to you (oh all
the things i told you
i think i must have told you
everything)
and now without your sunlight i
close up like daisies do.
my lips still taste your lips, though,
my hands still hold your hands;
my fingers close around themselves-
(i’m closing in upon myself
oh god, why aren’t you here to hold me?
i’m falling through like sand
into the bottom of
an hourglass)
i walk through these strange lands
(alone.)

You were someone I cared about
I tried so hard
To be the perfect daughter
But nothing will ever be enough
And I have too much to live for
To die another day for you
So now
You're dead to me

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

My thoughts are crabbed and sallow,
My tears like vinegar,
Or the bitter blinking yellow
Of an acetic star.

Tonight the caustic wind, love,
Gossips late and soon,
And I wear the wry-faced pucker of
The sour lemon moon.

While like an early summer plum,
Puny, green, and ****,
Droops upon its wizened stem
My lean, unripened heart.

I'm just a fool who
Would travel with monsters to
Learn to tame the beasts

Our hearts may grow old
But won't ever be dulled by
The passage of time

Imagery friends that were surrounded in my childhood,
many of my friends had one or two I had five.
I asked them when we grew from seed to leaf
where are they now?
Are they only in your dreams,
did you bury then beneath the ground.

Some cried others not understanding what I meant,
but my imaginary friends they were still here
they had buried some of those that friends had wondered
where they had gone.
No longer in conciseness more like decaying thoughts.

I saw my friend she had an object in her hand,
giggling she looked down it wasn't within her
grasp but mine. "You are the one, and as I looked
and saw the affection of reality in a pulp of unrelinquished
resentment. You are ours not those of other moments.

They became what once was games now I saw them tease
upon my existence, my moments were a mirage of pain.
I walked down the street, and an old lady was waiting
tirelessly for a bus till he smeared his being on her
and pushed. The poor driver of that bus never stopping again.

They played me, dancing around my sanity like I was the
rose and they were song repeating within my mind.
These were my bad seed of my imagination. If you think
those of thought are real, in time substance becomes reality
only in the essence that you can see.

I used to find them funny, I used to even in later years still
talk to them. But now my seeds have grown and the petals
they grow are not of this world. Have you ever thought your falling?
well its those friends that need attention in your blind sight.
*"Wake up little one its time to play, which one is my friend today,