audience of trees

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she saw it in the fog then
like an unexpected stranger
with eyes that told of foreign lands
and words that spoke a million stories

it left her bound between delirium and illusion
her breath in the silence
frozen ground leading to frozen trees, frozen knees

she sank into the outline where earth met sky
a friend, a fable, an explanation
none like this

stuck under the thick air,
she can see the stillness of life
hear the whisper of everything unseen,
just a girl with an audience of trees

 

finding the music

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The light fades
dying to the rhythm of passing cars

sudden sporadic darkness brings
tiny lapses in time

a musty smell of all the travels
breathes life into the dusty dancing walls

the light finds a way through the window
peering onto a perfectly woven seat cushion

and the sounds of rattling of minds
beg to be heard again

softly the song plays through this abandoned train

beyond here

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embroidered feathers for toes
she soars today
tomorrow is scary and yesterday is too much weight
to keep light enough to fly
they say
if gold were the color of stars
search for gold in souls-
sift through the deepest sand
remember to make it all un-perfect
dreams and consistency
water and waves
if only if she could if she did she didn’t
she should she shouldn’t
stop the dissipating, decentralized examination of life
If she spoke louder, if she didn’t speak at all
again they repeat a hymn..
a slogan, a song on continuous flow
she and they-told to follow the leader
told to be or not, not to pretend but to act
to surrender or to flee
she realizes life in the moments
when her disbelief becomes her guide

curiosity

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lost
somewhere between me and the trees
as high as the sky
surrendering to rays of sunlight
I stopped here to try to find
what I left lost
up in the branches
where my
curiosity
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s
laying under its canopy
I feel the elegance
give air to my breath
in and out and inandout
and in
trickling down its limbs
slowly start to drip into my soul
I’ll stay here long enough for
creativity like maple syrup
to taste how sweet
my imagination can be

shadows

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even as the evening drapes over our eyes
everything we carry falls to the floor around our beds
our sanity stops getting lost and just exists
and this society fades to black
the sky is a canvas to heal
the smoke filled air-our attonement
the noise-our safety
our souls reflected by the silver in the moon

we can stay here until the evening breaks
soft sunlight warms the tips of our toes
maybe it still doesn’t make sense
maybe it doesn’t have to
but we can let go of the shadows-
they are too heavy to lift

stillness

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this day will dissipate into your skin
soaked up in the sweet smell of cherry blossoms
the roads leading you home
wading through the moments, the breath of the trees
captured in the preciousness of the sky
painting colors you’ll never again see
reflected by your rawest version
join in the un-prediction
journey into the unplanned
find a smile on your lips for no reason
surrender into the stillness

catching the sun

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flickering at first
starting to peer into you
watching from the most vulnerable place
a place far away and close enough
to find a source of energy
the rush of a new picture in your mind
the hollowness of knowing it won’t be the same
emotions fuel your fingertips
tap tap tap on the glass of this windowpane
a window to the shadows
a spectrum of only. if. maybe. again
the time seems to fly through your bones
existence is stuck in the sinking commotion
how do I tell you to find me another day?
how do I show you how I exist?
how do I sing a song so sweet
so sweet that the salt fades into sugar
I imagine you and me in shaded grass
a place we have never met
where it makes sense
my toes are heavy on the crispness of
the lightness of light, of unbound bareness
it’s here-you find a way
to breathe into my weary soul
I find a way to let you
nothing else but nothing more, nothing less..
this is where we start to run
you and I and a place that might have been-
both longing to catch the sun

in the safety of the moon

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Then she saw the night sky
it came to her
an unexpected stranger
with piercing eyes
left her bound between
delirium and disillusion
left her comforted by the silence
frozen ground holding frozen trees
frozen knees
she sank into the outline of a sky
a friend, a fable, an explanation
none like this
for her eyes were magnetically fixed
the outline of midnight
the howling of the moon
told her she must not be crazy
not be afraid

oh white symphony

bridge
I rest upon a broken bridge
it’s silent in the middle
concentrate on the snow
to stop this corrosive mind
this co-dependent land
this corruptive society
the stiffness in the cold
holds onto my tired legs
it takes me to another place-
where the impurities are erased
every sparkling white flake
of grace-
brushes against my face
my mind keeps wondering-
where do I go next
options like security
like understanding
like safety like
certainty
intertwined in a blizzard
me against me
against time
who I am
the girl I should be
I want to know
what path do I take?
I wish for the snow to reveal a destiny
and then I hear
louder than before
the brilliance of the branches
the breath of this life
under water and ice
the sounds of winter are the plan
mapped for me to hear
a white symphony
for a girl just sitting on a bridge

without a word


I break a sheet off
the sharpness numbs my fingertips
the fragility pulls the air from my lungs.
I can’t breathe,
believe
the words in like oxygen float in front of my gaze.
Dancing-twisted
un-rythmatic
pattern-free
persistence.
I am intrigued by my ability,
the effortless way I create delusion.
I am comforted by becoming the girl in my memories.
some not true
some not me
some not you
I am still staring at this single sheet
the crisp and clean white piece of perfect.
I fight for the right words to compliment its existence.
I beg for courage
to begin
to pick up the pen.
Time ticks-the millions of clocks-
the beat of my heart louder each second.
I see a single match-
swift and routine
breaks the silence of this night.
The clattering of my mind,
becomes light.
A single flicker of burning fuel
scatters life back to my hollow eyes.
All the things I wanted to say
but never said,
the things I wanted to do
but never did,
on fire in front of my face.