Poetry

As I lie in the warmth,

The sun brushes life with gold.

My soul fills with sounds of laughter, thorns,

but everything feels so cold.

The beautiful water so nice and giving,

I miss when everything used to be simple

when everyone got a cookie

and we didn't have to worry 

about if there was one less

But I did,

because what if another guest came to the tea party?

Linger, Longer

Truth-Seeking Child

Be Bright, Be Vivid, Be Blazing

Be Burnt

Be Twilight Over The Sea

Be A Song On The Wind

People say Sleeping Beauty dreamed of her prince in the hundred years she slept.

But that’s not true, not in the least.

She dreamt of a world where she needed no prince to wake her, where she could wake herself.

Do you feel your head unspooling into the universe?

The strings are fraying at the edges, 

irreparably stained with the stardust at the ends

Of the many worlds you stretch across.

Yes, Alice thought as she drifted deeper into sleep from within that lightless and beautiful place, make it stranger now. Make it all new again.

The God

who created the stars 

and the sun 

and the mountains 

and the planes

gazed over it all,

then added me

Cause He looked at a field of ornate roses and lilies,

Is it wrong 

to want to be a princess?

Is it naive or childish?

Because I want to be in a world where at 16 

I find my prince charming, 

where every year onwards is happily ever after

a symphony of saxophone and jazzy drums plays

for a crowd of men in wide collared shirts and women in boxy dresses

in their hands are drinks

martinis and manhattans 

with glistening ice cubes inside their glasses

I feel like I'm imposing

Which isn't fair for you to do,

It's not fair that you make me feel like I'm on the outside

I hate sitting here, trying to reignite what once was

I thought we we're doing this anymore

on any other day,

i would say my favorite song

is (nope)

it reminds me of

who i am, or rather,

i guess, who i hide behind.

today is different.

today i finished 

i miss summer camp.

i miss the pines

and the deer that hid

among them.

i miss the sunsets,

which were somehow

ever so much more beautiful

than any of the ones back home.