Weeping Willows
The weeping willow shimmers, the water droplets gleaming in her sunlit hair.
A dryad floats above her, in the air.
They unify, becoming one.
In Summer, the Willow cries with joy, enjoying the sun.
The weeping willow shimmers, the water droplets gleaming in her sunlit hair.
A dryad floats above her, in the air.
They unify, becoming one.
In Summer, the Willow cries with joy, enjoying the sun.
I reside in a foreign land,
An unfamiliar place
Where I left all familiarity behind.
I keep running,
But my past moves faster
Than I ever could.
To be your child.
What would it mean to be your child?
Would you still be proud?
And when they refuse to treat me right,
Would you stand up and be loud?
Dear Anthony Bourdain
somewhere between the time you died and the time you lived
i found a part of myself in the words you spoke
I try to meet the next
but it's not quite right
he doesn't make me laugh they way you made me laugh
he doesn't show his affection for me like you do
he doesn't know me like you know me
ghosts of peo / ple hiding in this house / they grew up in and left / hiding under tables in clo / sets long thin men pale pe / ople dark people all hidden / separately in the same room / waiting for the seeker to finis / h counting endlessly endl
He can see kids glowing in the kitchen,
Hands sticky with sweet gossip,
Bright, beautiful little selves smudged by the window that he,
A cracked old statue has broken his hands and fingers by banging on,
A girl stood alone
on the edge of the world,
scared to fall,
but somehow she could not leave
Her heart pounding,
Her chest screaming,
I have this little balcony
On the second floor of my house
My big white house
With gold fixtures
In this town in sunny so cal
They say the eyes
Are the windows to the soul
Stained glass
Of brown and green and blue
I look into her eyes
The eyes that match the color
From the moment you are born you enter into a world outside of all that is safe and cozy. Thrust upon lands. Joining a world of thought known only when you are at peace with your being.
Everybody fears death
Until they’re already dead
Left for the people who hunt the weak and support the strong
Am I wrong?
I’ve heard it all before