Let Go Just So

The days go by I age with wonder

Hurt inside I tend to ponder

Revolting emotions when images return

Make peace within I’d rather you burn

Touched me the vulnerable girl

Who spat at you and laughed at the world

Not a day goes by that I wish you were dead

Hoping you’d just get out of my head

You’ll never take the little girl out of me

No matter how old I get can’t you see

Think you can break me sneaking in my mind

You won’t win not this time

As days go by I age with wonder

I refuse to go down under

I Will Not Succumb

As I mince the words of love and peace

 My words won’t change how cruel humanity has become

I will not succumb

My soul will continue to fly with love

Love Letter to World


Waters flowing

Intensity ongoing

Beaded with misery


Hope rising

Inflicting pain


Don’t fail me

Deep Seas Within The Mind And Heart

Dear World you affect me as my mirror does

Feelings attacking me as I try and make sense of everything

Sinking down in broken glass

Not even the blood can wake me from the nightmare of me

Questioning the reason for existence

What part do I play

Each day I am consumed with polluted air

Choking me as I inch closer to the door

I desire to be that blown out candle 

Shaken like the earth when it began

Falling deeper and deeper until I can fall no more

Each day is a struggle as a boat in the open sea

As the storm comes and currents get rough

I don’t know how much longer I can go along the currents

Sometimes when I blink I remind myself I am not dead yet

Then I get even more sullen

Though grateful for which I have in life

Life does not know 

Deep seas within my mind and heart



I am falling apart again

Wings rebound once more

Flight plummeting

The instant life chokes me

I gasp and wings quiver

I am falling apart again

Yet I try and try and try

Wings just holding me down

Petrified of death

Yet still wishing to be nonexistent

I am falling apart again

My wings still quiver

But I still breathe

I still live

I still try


Pen cup sitting on the edge of the desk

Staring back at you

Many styles to choose from

You don’t need style to write

Just heart

So why do you stare at that pen cup

Full of colorful pens or even pencils at that

When they run out they are gone

When you run out you are gone

So keep writing

Don’t die


Floating fabric of scent and poise

Generating heat and noise

As one glides across the openness

Feeling enflamed with warmth

Enchanting bliss of breath

Surrounded by nonexistent air

Reaching around only blind by touch

Gliding through the air my feet fumble

Momentarily but not for long

Hoisted up by the wind

For I will go on

I will sail

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