butterfly wings stuck on car grills

the center of the universe
when the moon blocks the sun
in a total eclipse
with only a halo of light
to shine on earth
it is a celestial event
a single moment
when all is finally in alignment
a moment of perfect harmony
it's part of life
equally inevitable and impossible
but so quickly the moment passes
the moon orbits the earth
and the earth orbits the sun
sun to galaxy
galaxy to universe
and it all makes me feel
perfectly small
when the sun of my life
is eclipsed by the moon
the perfection in totality
just as I know that
the constant revolution continues
the moon continues to rise and set
on my life
a continual pattern
my piece of forever

glass is a reflection

what do you see in the furthest depths of my eyes
is there life and joy and love
that shine with the colors of the sunset
these fragile glass souls set into my face
that tell a story I haven't yet learned
I hope you can look into them
and see the world and all beyond it
life and death in congruence
new beginnings with the same old endings
as ancient as the stars
I've been told I have the same eyes
as I did as a baby
does that mean my identity was implicit at birth
or was it obtained with tears and sunsets
these mysteries of the universe
unravel with the harsh reality of existence
as I unravel myself
will I someday find my center?

fed by your denial

devisions are just lines in the sand
blown away by the wind of futility
like animals growling inside a cage
one way glass and gnashing of teeth and claws
desires of power and fear of mortality
hand in hand to create our eternal struggle
so we look away
eyes turned towards carbon copy plastic joy
flowers bloom below our gravestone
epatiahpt reading death by evolution
jealous of fake smiles to ingore your own failures
when you hide it does not dissapear
but you lose yourself along the way
the sky is real
but streches forever
like time spread across water in ripples
pullution steals your breath and makes you feel alive
money makes you feel important
may it feed you when your ambtion meets reality
that's a problem for tomorrow
life requires a premium subscription
how would you like to pay?
with your blood or your soul?
we own it all anyway

how can you measure infinity
I count these things in my head
like beads on an abacus
methodical movements
that gives me some reason
to take this next step
jealousy choking out my breath
based on self afflicted failures
wishes made on a star
but stars fall and burn
beautiful as they crash to the earth
an eternal question
numbers drawn in chalk
flowers pressed in a scrapbook
all the reasons we stay alive

meaning lies withing context not definition

a poet forms words from beauty and pain
painting with water and colorful emotions
words drawn in the sand
washed to the sea
those words decorate your tangled hair like flowers
picked fresh from the earth
staining your skin like juice from the fruit eve picked
so I am no poet
just a lost soul searching for some meaning
some reason why
justification for the pain of my humanity
rhyme scheme and syllables lost in my own self obsession
I am no poet
just a girl so in love with words
chasing my own ego
hoping to make my mark
writing in the sand
wash me away

love has many definitions

I've never experienced love
not in the romantic way
I haven't known it by shared kisses
feeling safe in arms holding me fast
or screaming fights to save our torn up hearts
but I have known love in the little ways
in birds taking their first flight
in flowers blooming after a cold winter
in sunsets and laughter
and the cold wind blowing my hair
I met love in tears and quite nights
love danced in the moonlight
and enchanted me with words
love colored brush strokes
and sung in harmony
so even though someday I hope
to look into eyes that see me truly
and hold a heart that gives itself freely
I have this great gift of knowing
that love is in everything
if you know where to look

all things must come to an end

we perceive the sun as rising and setting
golden heues that escape our horizon
a definable end and beginning
but the sun does not set
it just goes past perception
to shine on someone new
never really gone
always waiting
there is no end or beginning
just forgetting
in the beauty of the stars and moon
and stillness of the night
that the sun will rise anew
for an eternity

roots to keep me grounded

seed grows through dirt and suffocation
stretching out it's arms to caress the earth
growing through time and the suns continual motion
to roots and bark and leaf
flowers blooming in the april rain
to fruit ripe to be picked red in the golden light
a cycle of this never ending lineage
seed to fruit and fruit to seed
some never planted
some to rot and die
some to feed the earth
they say the apple never falls far from the tree
and I think that is a tragedy
that there is a gift to be shared
the very air we breathe and pollute
and food upon our tables
the beauty in the hidden places
to know your fate is to never escape
that burden upon your back forever
to know that your duty lay right beneath the place you were made
the only choice implicit in your creation
that you must let go one day
to fall through air and accept your fate
some say the apple is like sin
and man bares it in his throat choking him forever
that same never ending cycle
of never being anything more
it fits in all our hearts
like that place was carved out within ourselves
to fit that shame of our own faults
that the earth never stops spinning
an apple never falls from from the tree
but the dream of that seed planted in hope
can be carried far and wide
to the ends of the earth
to the beginning of yourself
don't worry about fate
dear apple on that tree
turn your face to the sun
and let yourself be free

butterfly wings on car grills
like stickers in scrapbooks
beauty lost so suddenly in the name of inventation
the persuit of moving forward
because the past haunts us
and wispers in our ears when the future calls
all our doubts and mistakes
and still the car speeds down the highway
like a bird taking flight
like my soul escaping time
running faster than my fear can reach
but never fast enough
my eyes glued to the rearview mirror
but my foot pressed to the gas
i remember all these things
like dandelions blowing in the wind
taking my wishes on seeds to plant in the earth
i am the dirt and the dreamer simultaniously
washed in the river
where my white dress swirrled around my legs
as i danced in the golden sun
time has passed me by
even as eternity streches infinently
and my ends are my beginnings
i still feel i lost myself
i slept too late and missed the sunrise
questions haunt me with every breath
unsure in every step i take
writing in the sand that tells my story
but i walk this path anyway
because what other choice does a lost soul have
but to chart your course in the stars
to sail these waters and trust
that like the dandilion
the wind will take me home