Just A Thought

August 30, 2007

I wish i could tie together

 the sun and the moon 

 night and day could walk hand in hand

the sun would never set

the moon would never rise

ocean’s anger

weary plants 

anxious animals

warped equilibrium

everlasting eclipse 

we would all die

Natural Tattoos

August 30, 2007

Feeling rather depressed

             Life always throws rocks

                                         Sting at the hit

                                                   Blacked marks leave stories

                                                                          A tattoo more or less

                                                                                             Hard to hide

Your mind not your own 

    Keep breathing                                                                                                    

             Keep breathing

                                  Light does not turn to dark

                                                        Flip the switch up

                                                                           Smile Smile

                                                                           Laugh Laugh

                  Most important thing

                  To love

                   Let love in

                    Give it back

          Diminishes a bruise

                          Turns cracked porcelain skin soft

                                                       Don’t worry it’s just blood

If I dress in a rainbow, put a lilly in my hair and wear rain on my face. .

Would you love me then?

would you send me a sun ray?

A moon rock?

Would you make me a crown of stars and ask me to be your queen?

Would I be irresistible to men?

What if my breath smelled as sweet as strawberries, carried on the wind in the summer time?

What if my hair was a waterfall and my eyes were the sky?

You wouldn’t love me. . .

I know you would love me if I reflected dirt in my eyes and my hair looked like muddy waters. . .

If my breath reeked of mildew. . .

No man could stand me.

I wear a crown of weeds that have needles and it makes the blood poor into my eyes.

Send me nothing!

I need nothing. . .

I know you love me .

I love you no matter what.

Even if I despise the lustful looks that travel my way from intruders that see nothing. 

Nothing but the cursed beauty outside. 

Not the Warm glow that I have created within. . .