if wishes fell like rain,

then certainly i am the storm

washing away all hope.

all i ever thought i needed

down the drain

just like my old ancestors hope and dreams....

words whispered evaporate into beautiful clouds

the walls breathe, absorbing in our secrets - our lies

walls have a stench of memory, a staleness

marked - plagued

i hope you’ll forget

...

you are so mature

nothing like i’ve ever seen

a real risk taker, indeed.

the rush with you is so intoxicating-

or at least it was.

an asteroid of reality hit our island of denial

the manipulative fog finally dispersed

you are so mature

...

my heart yearns for your sisterly love & attention

the silence between us physically pains me,

yet it seems like it doesn’t even phase you.

do you still care about me?

does your jealousy boil in you like stomach acid?

do you think about what could be,

or is that just me?

my actions are never against you,

please

let me in.

...

pink haze flows through the air,

the outside chaos and overwhelming paranoia

have no place here

when i’m entangled in you.

my wrinkles melt away

as if nothing ever happened,

in a cloud of daisies maybe nothing did.

together we bury our worries in a tulip garden

the smell of spring lightens us.

love is the lie that keeps us alive.

...

they were soft in the beginning

left goosebumps down my spine

a nervousness when they approached,

not ready for the tingles.

they now rocked me like a thunderstorm

a ball of nothingness swelled in my throat,

never counted on shooting stars

maybe

now is a good time to start

...

you’re face is splattered with over a dozen freckles with each their own story, and your eyes have swallowed the bees honey while your soul remains filled with angel dust. ...

drumming of my own anxiety

vibrate throughout my entire ecosystem

keep moving

identity that i once held so close

passion that made me who i am

nostalgic feelings of desire

keep moving

soupy grass is a black hole for moving feet

i lied to myself - i was never fast enough

i meet you again for the first time

keep moving

...

a rainbow of earthy hues paint the floor

creating a path for the undertakers

tall pillars bring life to those who have never

seen mermaids swim across the ancestral sky

hidden trails beyond an average hikers eye for secretive affairs or untold horrors ...