When I sat on the train
in october the sky appeared torn
and the trees were red and rusted
I thought of soneone
and re-said my goodbye

I would have waved a hankercheif,
I would have thrown a flower,

I would have used
the magic of tears
and bled harder, tried harder

trapped him in my heart.

glowworms and fireflies
in the neon garden
love in june is bright
pink-orange moon rising

violet firework exploding
shooting of the spoon
nearby a shadow moves

"hiding away
tie up boquet
this secret is mine alone"

cotton candy clown
stir the pink sugar
a tricycle in the yard

on the front stair
a teacup flowerpot
three year old hands
trace cement cracks

inside the bright house
lucy in her yellow apron
closes the blinds
lights the gaslamp

the child draws a sailboat

in the distant sea
the ships come to shore

pour the liquid
it falls through glass
golden chalice to my lips
feed the flowers
in my mind

my heart like a rose
blooming in slow motion
sparkles in my veins
flirting, fading

pale faces behind the curtain
reveal themselves
happy again
sweet nectar of red
staining pouty lips

the windowlight is mellow
the candle burns low

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I don't know what's going on ( Read more... )

I don't know what's going on. I'm really not happy today. I wasn't yesterday either... I hate when something is bothering me. I know it's a combination of many things, but don't know what they all are. There must be some way for me to figure it out. I keep thinking maybe I'll feel better when I get to work, but I'm dreading going there ( Read more... )

All's well ( Read more... )

Yay, I got called into work. So I have to close for Erin tonight. Somehow I knew I would get called in today! I'm not mad but I really don't feel like closing. I have to tomorrow too. Oh well. More money for me ( Read more... )