My spirit opens like a sunflower in snow
i want some more of what you told me I could have,yet you never let it go.
my attic lair I kept to hide away from
peeping toms.
Paper whispers a secret now a blot on my side.
drawn as a lover but with no heart.

sigh

Fall carries sense of self to brain to work
and find the worth of a grainy sand
to the oceans touch.

still a charming writer did my muse
guess better?

you speak to me about flaming lips
on fire in my regret.
you say wish you could be here
there's one seat left,
i grow older still
alone.

Teddy bear, close too my flat chest
no hope of a pulse left.
Love tears and sighs....
Without purpose or reason
just a changing season
my breath is life.
Innocence leaves me
while knowledge lures
a curious cat.
There's static in the Attic,
loop in my head
traveler from afar.

It's the growing pains of Life,
and I'm stretch too thin.

feeling can sometimes be too much, tickling your brain with thought.
It taps taps my fingertips black and blue.
thank you, for
Bringing me into the magic
of living through the portal of a story,
of sweet ***** smoke,
of hollow veins,
of dark things.

The places inbetween the space
of life and love and God,
I know it too.

It hurts when your made up of naked love
your heart tied in fake smiles and lies,
beat
beat
you up

Sicken with desire trying to find a doctor,
who'll make it all right.

he'll tune you up

fixed new threads
that make you wet

Reflections of winners masks the regret,
who will guide this ship?

My sails feel like they're ripped
but to be honest
my spring is kind
of sprung

I am a monster,
a surfer girl
on salty seas.

nervous when the sun ends.

the darkness can not hide me
i strike with light,
and a cigaret.

waiting for the story.

of my life to be told.