(2013)
This is my thought on the society that is constantly in need for more. It's a monster and yet miserable because we all fall under the category.
Weakly, I twist and I turn The handle. Pushing with all my might Against the heavy wooden door. Knocking and shouting,
Never stopping Always growing Aging slowly Stretching gently Young buds
Full and whole as the moon Strong as the river current Dainty as the lace petals of Quee… My love for you becomes a part of… You bring me closer to the surface…
Hellos are sacred. They can be the first of many, and The continuation of more to come. Hold tight to those hellos. Hold them close to you, and
A fine spring day she sprouted up, And opened her buds to the sun. The glisten of gold, The wonderful rays. Warming her peach painted cups.
Golden and cheerful, His beak reflects the sun. Chirping and singing, All for his loved one. He sings the day away.
The machine, Pulling and tugging at the squares… Each one individual, But molding to one another. The ch-ch-chugging of the needle s…
My heart is tangled In a state of confusion Is love what I think? Is it what I feel? My head spins
Long, thin strikes of light cast d… The eager soul of nature’s tune, Draws nearly with ultra blue. The quickness, The hunger,
They breathe, But are they truly living? Little muscle, Stretched skin tight against the b… Their hips protrude,
How sudden. As quickly as a fall, The end began and the beginning en… Funny that all that was in between… Lost almost,
As my body wraps around you, my brain can not. I can read you. The cover, The title page,
I gave you my key to the spare. The room had just been finished, And made new. Red painted walls, Furniture all fixed and furnished.
Their needles pierce me, Forcing my body to obey. Cold and stiff, My arms begin leaving me; Turning into nothing
Twinkling, dazzling, shining brigh… The stars gleam down upon the nigh… She stares into their glowing beam… Thinking only of her dreams They call to her