Foolish

Fools are the flies drawn to the green fire.

It's certian death, wrapped in a pretty package.

Do they dream of dying a fiery death?

To become brainlesss boring addicts,

Burning themselves slowly,

While the whole world awes with mouths wide.

Obviously enviously enjoying, egging them on.

To play with the erie green glow.

Ready to kill for the chance

 To be just like the fool of a fly that burned to death

While the whole world cheered.
I mourn the day when the world
Sets herself on fire because everyone wants
To be just like the fool of  a fly
That burned to death whole the whole world watched.

Goodbye

Goodbye

Hello. Good day. I love you.
Goodbye
Every greeting ends with
Goodbye
It's such a difficult word to say
Goodbye
Much harder than a simple farewell
Goodbye
It's much more final. definite. sure.
Goodbye
I know that the time has come to say
Goodbye
To leave. To move on. To go.
Goodbye
Although my heart is aching to stay
Goodbye
It sounds so final. so definite. so sure.
Goodbye
Everything I'm not.
Goodbye
What I don't mean is don't go. stay. linger.
Goodbye
Prove that you love me
Goodbye
Don't go when I say it.
Goodbye
I don't mean it
Goodbye
Don't repeat it
Goodbye
I'll loose it if you say it
Goodbye
I'll loose you if you say it
Goodbye

deep down

he said he'd never say 'i love you' until he knew what love was.

she said he was smart for doing that.

deep down she knew that he was right.

deep down she knew she had no idea what 'love' meant

deep down she knew he wasn't the one for her.

but her society wasn't focused on 'deep down'

and deep down she knew she wasn't either

Genesis

Sea Side

Seeing Past

Can you see me?

Honestly see me?

Or do you just see brown eyes?

Do you see my fear. my anguish.

my anxiety. my pain. my pride.

my joy. my sorrow?

Can you see how much I love you?

How much I care about you?

Are you looking?

Or do you just see brown flecks muddled together?

You can't read the questions in my eyes.

Otherwise you wouldn't be looking at her right now.

Lipgloss

Age 8
A symbol of maturity,
A big girl's magic wand.
Cheap purple sparkly goo.

Age 13
A question: have these lips tangoed with another?
A piece of golden gossip; the truth (or a lie) exclusively told to everyone.
Strawberry flavored hot pink mess.

Age 16
A prom queen nominee's secret weapon.
An escape, a nervous habit, an addiction.
Light pink shimmering fairy godmother's wand.

Age 22
A quick thing to do before you go see him. He says he loves you.
A steady fix for when he breaks your heart.
Clear inexpensive glossy dreams.

Age 36
A reminder to your husband that you're still beautiful.
A hope that he'll look at you like he did before four kids.
Red hot dissapointing hope.

Age 52
A shield to the world, a once beautiful face's cover.
An insecurity, the mirror isn't the same friend it was, but still a friend.
Light pink bottled wishes.

Age 90
A last sign of rebellion; your mind's still intact.
A sign to the nursing home that you can take care of yourself.
Bright orange tube of no regrets.

The Thought

I'm lying on my bed, all is calm. No wind shrieking through my open window, my sisters' giggling voices quieted. Only my steady breathing on this warm summer's night. It is so peaceful. so calm. so perfect. Sleep is intoxicating, beconing. Eyes fluttering, fighting to stay awake. But right as my eyes fall to a resting position, a soft humming begins, coming from between my ears, oddly enough. But then, it erupts, I hear it crashing from wall to wall, bouncing about becoming louder and louder until it pauses right before my face. I can tell it's bright, even with my eyes still closed. Humming softly, as it hovered above me, I slowly opened my left eye cautiously. It's a ball of light is hanging infront of me in midair. I check for strings, then cautiously reach in to touch the wonderous globe. My hand hesitates half a second before brushing it with my fingertips. Then images start appearing, things I've never seen before, but somehow know their funtion. Then it explodes. Fragments of light fly in every direction. The largest part zooming forward and hitting me in the forhead. It felt like it sunk into my brain, and I felt no blood or scaring of any type. Then all the shards glow brighter, and form together again in the center of the room. It pauses, almost as if it is waving goodbye before soaring out the window. As to where it went, I don't know. To inspire another I guess, I don't know who though. Maybe to Nicaragua or South Africa or Romania, or maybe, just maybe if the time is right, and the moon is high, my idea might come visit you and maybe, just maybe, we'll change this world.

*Special shout out goes to the wonderful woman who inpired this. You know who you are:)

Darling.

A kiss on the cheek.
 "They are angel tears, don't be afraid, darling."

A kiss on the lips.
 "Don't you just love rain, darling?"

A kiss on the hands.
 "Marry me? Even though I waited for the storm darling?"

A kiss on the eyelids.
 "The rain will cover your tears, and it's alright to cry, darling,"

A kiss on the stone.
 "Goodbye, darling. I hope there's better weather where you are."

Two Trees