emerald eyes

emerald eyes
I knew them
but had not love them
until I met the mind behind

poolside kingdom

Things change so quickly.
There was a time only months ago when I entered a new world of ancient people seen through different light. And there was so much joy and excitement and eagerness for the unknown. Now I sit shivering in a puddle on the pavement cast from the streetlight and that summer kingdom has fallen apart and we smoke and sigh and watch the dull days go by.
But me and you, we stuck together.
I must give back to the Universe for granting me you, but what can I do?

you scare me to sickness

A tremor roared within me, from the pit of my gut and a fierce tidal wave rose, pulling all my energy and the colour from my face into its build, and crashed down with so much force that it splashed up and streams of salt water ran from my eyes. Even after my sea returned to wind and waves and my eyes had dried, there were broken bits strewn throughout my body and stuck in my skin and I wished I'd drowned in the tsunami, so I tried to drown in gin.

the crows come today

I wish the crows would come today,

Take hold of my clothing and carry me away.

I would learn all their calls,

And be called,

Queen of Crows.

I'd wear their fallen feathers

And live amongst the trees.

I'd wear all the treasures

My crows bring back for me.

                               - November 7th, 2013

x~

'help us to love all people like we love trees'

My dad always told me

To love people like I love trees.

Some are straight, tall,

Gnarled, bent, twisted, small,

But each contributes

To the beauty of their scene.

Every person, large or lean,

Is unique, extraordinary,

nothing special, just a tree;

an irreplaceable beauty.

x~

paper elements

A little piece of cardboard tacked to my wall in the sunset light.. I made this a while ago using a rectangle of cardboard from a perfume box, and pink paper from a musical brochure.. it was a spontaneous decision. These are the symbols of the four elements: fire, air, water, and earth.

I want to read, 

breathe trees, 

write poetry, 

listen to good music, 

and never have to work on anything 

but my perspective.

x~

gypsy dreams

Let me take you to where the moon laughs all night,

and where, through the trees, the sun smiles bright.

Throughout the forest, voices ring;

souls of nature sing.

Come with me to where the oak grows,

and where the gypsies dance and smoke.

On Friday night, my dad and I went to see Fleetwood Mac's classic album 'Rumours' live! It was so good. Way better than either of us had expected. From beginning to end, the music hit you right in your diaphragm and vibrated your bones; it flowed right through your veins to your fingertips. It was really a great experience, and shows like that always leave me astonished at how artists know where to place certain things in a song, like: oh, there should be some background singing right here, the chords should change right there. And it's things like that that just make the song, right?

x~

reality

The first thing I notice is the smell of grass.

Then I see it. In the near distance there's a clearing through the trees; a field of grass.

Then I'm lying in it. My nose is pressed into it. It smells like summer. It smells like happiness.

The sun is warm on my bare back.

Then I open my eyes. My head is on a desk.

A teacher stands at the front of the room. I don't know what she's talking about.

Disappointment settles on my heart.

I don't smell anything.

whale graves

I smell the mud on your tired hands, and honey there's dirt on your sweet lips. I know you tried to hide your heart before you came to hold me close, but there's no use in fear now darling; I died years ago on a Tuesday night, the fires raged and the seas were no escape for us. In weary skin comes weary will, and so I wandered lost til you found me in the dust. But let me warn you I'm still empty, I only stand with the skeleton inside me; I don't know how to love, only lust.