The flowers perk up

My skin rises into bumps

And it feels heavy...

(And a true one)

I have a nine year old sister, her name is Beatrice but everyone calls her Buzzy.

And she is powerful.

When she was born she was the quietest, sleepiest baby in the seven seas. (Her name means peaceful voyager)

But-there’s a legend, that if a baby like that suddenly becomes mischievous, loud, and chaotic overnight, then that baby must be a changling. Swapped out for a fairy. (Not...

Dear rolling hills your swaying waters,

That which make the sky blush so.

Hold tight the ribbon round my neck,

Of blue so dark it glows.

Dear thickest ground of mud and mine.

That which is nothing but everything with added time and stone,

I fell into your grass. And In your arms I found my home....

A girl sat in an old ocean which was now a desert, in a handmade home made of sea glass and ship sails. And the table in front of her whimpered under the thin red cloth covering it. She tried to block it out and focus on meticulously scraping all the possible nourishment of the remnants of fish still left on her plate, but the table groaned and sighed every time the thick clay plate pressed on it’...

If only slowly road by road, the world went underground,

And cars were all electric, and didn’t make a sound.

Then the surface of the world could be used for better things,

Like bicycles and forests, animals and swings....

My dearest darling sunshine day,

I love you, please just look my way.

My heart a cloudy dinging bell,

When your eyes apon me fell.

I don’t mind if you roll your eyes,

They are but still my bluest skys.

I don’t care what you drink or do,

I am but me and you are you.

If you had broken me apart

I would still hold you in my heart?

But as I speak I hear it wrong,

Is this the tune of lovers song?

My ...

Why do we only realize life is beautiful

when it’s ending?

Why do we romanticize

The people we’re remembering?

Falling feels like flying

until the moment that you land.

And why is that so hard

For my world to understand?

Why does the window

corrupt the view of the sky.

And if I’m not the one falling

why am I the one

Who asks why?...

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.snow the in body a of imprint the l...

The blind man saw no spilling light,

No masked and dancing crowd.

No metal on his doorstep,

No low and misted cloud.

The blind man heard a simple song,

A low unchanging suite.

A murmuring of voices,

A tapping of their feet.

The blind man saw no hopeful wish,

No glinting messy words.

No breaking waking dawn,

No glass boke into thirds.

The blind man felt the spilling oil,

Seeping fast into his d...

Water is lapping between your chin and neck, each wave colliding with the beat of your heart, but it still beats. Determined to hold your small body in its arms.

Rain is pounding on your chest, each thick droplet makes the sky more water than air,

but you breathe. Determined to be held by your heart.

Unconsciousness is dripping its way into your brain, each thought is sloshing, slow, pulling yo...