The sea is dying, it’s azure hue fading to an inky blackness. 
We have fallen into the deep ravine of pollution, and struggle to survive.
Our unique world will take its last breath. Don’t let it. 

Animals are shot by the day, their blood staining the ground. 
Babies cry for their mothers, becoming orphans
Extinction is in sight- it’s now or never.

Our majestic forests are diminishing rapidly.
Towering trees have fallen mercy to humans.
The natural wonders of the...

The sea is dying, it’s azure hue fading to an inky blackness. 
We have fallen into the deep ravine of pollution, and struggle to survive.
Our unique world will take its last breath. Don’t let it. 


 

Alone in this sea, clouds rolling in, I will surely sink here.
Then lights on the horizon; growing closer, ever closer...
I'm united with those once like me, and we can weather the storm.

A cool wind cascades from the mountain side like water
It is the breath of the trees, enveloping me with peace
I inhale the liquid air and know I am one with the earth.

None can understand the art of love,
For some say they are masters
But we all know that's a leap of faith to someone who has been hurt and starts all over again.

(a) One who lives in the clouds of their own imagination; An unconventional person.


Pain brings many to their knees in confusion and hopelessness.
Others cling to a silver lining and write their own stories.
Suffering brings connection that makes us beautifully broken.

He gave us these tender loving kisses in the height of the day
But when these hunted nights came, his rough punches comes into play
You scarred me but I'm still in peace, for forgiveness showed me the way

one early sunny Thursday morning, the chariots with horses go past the town every day and morning, the wondaful.
Then the sheriff had woken up and his name is Willie, and so Willie opens the door wide open with a smile no his face and admirers the beautiful sunrise in the perfect blue sky.
”It’s my dowdy to take good care of this town and make shore everything in it all doing the right and safe thing, if not, I’m afraid...

while we four were roommates, we scattered hair, glitter, vomit, and blood
on tile fell our femininity and dignity at night
they never scrub out; i guess all the most womanly things are dirty 
 

Strumming, humming, buzzing, tapping. I can't stop playing for anything.
And playing heals me. I'm not worthless or useless. I'm just me.
And I only want to be me so I don't stop playing.

The old clothes hanging on the line: the symbol of a vanished brother.
An untouched room, dust gathering on comics and clothing. 
He is gone forever, and I cry as I write his story. 

Soaring above the clouds I'm scraping the winds, no feelings at all.
But yet- I fall down, down, down, to the ground. can't think-what now?
I get up from the ground and fly again. So free again. To fly.

None of my business? I'm sorry, I was just trying to help.

What distinguishes my business from yours? My problems from yours? 

If we would all help each other, problems would get solved.

None of my business? I'm sorry, I was just trying to help.

What distinguishes my business from yours? My problems from yours? 

If we would all help each other, problems would be solved.

I watched a person walk by today. Their head was in the clouds,
submerged in silver mysteries, chasing white daydreams and the sun;
they tripped, cascading back to earth with opaque eyes; and the clouds floated on.

Under her pink duvet, the fierce glow of a laptop screen
She could be anything- secret agent, lover, hero
A shame she chose anonymity, hidden under hate

 

They say I can't be who I am, that I am not God's child
But I pray to Him who made me in His heaven above
A reply, whispered: "I love you just as you are, and you are Mine"

I always gazed to the illusion of being known by all
Then I swooped down from the clouds to where I truly belong
Instead, I looked into the mirror and smiled at what I saw.  

I always gazed to the illusion of being known by all
Then I swooped down from the clouds to where I truly belong
Instead, I looked into the mirror and smiled at what I saw. 

I always gazed to the illusion of being known by all
Then I swooped down from the clouds to where I truly belong
Instead, I looked into the mirror and smiled at what I saw.

i have always found myself wandering and wondering
and i have been searching and finding and digging and looking
for me, for myself, for that little person who dreamt of it all

I'm overwhelmed by the mountain of choices to be made, the work to be done.
To the times when I wore my hair loose and let my mind get lost.
This is a different type of lost; this lost promises being found for good.

Grazing on a lonely hill high above the little town,
Are sixteen sheep and a small lamb that look like breathing clouds
Oh how I wish I could walk even there among the breathing clouds

The letter I've been holding trembles beneath my fingers,
The ones with pencil grey stains and bite marks meant for erasers.
They are thrilled that they won't staple rejection on my sleeve this time.

she wore sunlight like a crown; the waves bowed in humble response
to their shoeless monarch. on crushed seashells and the blue of the sky,
with bright clouds and wet sand beneath her, she is a goddess.