all I want is to do, do ,do
but I'd like to smell the roses too

Eyes closed tight
With the sounds of the night
Filling me with fright

Be a good girl they said
It constantly plays in my head
I wake to my bed

And I smell the flowers
Just like they said

It smells so sweet
Just like a treat
Of cinnamon and vanilla
Gingerbread and camilla
Oranges and pine
Walnuts and lime
And don't forget the thyme
There's a bit of mint
Inside a pint
Rosemary, sage and lavender
Combined in a suspender
And just a breeze
Of anise
Some cloves and nutmeg
And last but not least
Of course, chocolate!

how can i move?

there’s a girl in a room that i thought was mine, until i came in and saw her laying in my bed, in the same position, the same spot, i planned to lay in.

she’d have a blanket over her head, with the ends tucked under the back of her head and the back of her heels so she could lay face up without the sunrise intruding the darkness she yearned for.

i’d stare; in thirty seconds the posters on my walls would no longer exist, as if a camera had to a different shot in a film. i’d stare, and in thirty more seconds there’d be no more carpet. another thirty, and there would just be space, and loss of identity.

thirty more, and the girl had no blanket to shield her. her eyes were open, vacant: occupied.

i was starving.

her head lolled to the side, in my direction, but i would never be what occupied her eyes.

was it love? delusion? i could only read her to a certain extent. i was starving.

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i just wanna feel like you wanna hear me.

Just yesterday,
I sat with the Sun
He shared his stories,
of far above
and about the sky
and the wind.
And I talked about you,
and just the smell of you.