Moon’s Light

The moon let go of the dusk

So the world was enveloped in darkness

I wait for my dreams to start

But I am awake

Whispering quietly to the stars

Sweet lullaby

Of everything that I wish I could be

Before reality finds me

And I see my reflection in the mirror

I still wish to be someone’s dream

Keep waiting every night

Always awake

This is the difference between fantasy and science fiction

At least in fantasy there is hope

I could magically transform

Awkward, I wrap myself up in the darkness

Peeling away the dusk from skin

Letting go of my reflection

So maybe my dreams will come

Following the path of the moon’s light

Lies and Truth (Repost September 2012)

Let me curl up

In a ball

Wound in these dreams

Coated in nightmares

You tell me the truth

Is worth all the lies

So close my eyes

I open my mouth

To swallow all your stories

Let your hands explore

Pull me apart

Then braid me back together

Rebuild me

Into the lies

So we could see the truth

And I find I look like you now

Bitter and cruel

My smile twisted into a frown

No longer can see

With everything you made me

It turns out

Your truth was no better than the lies

So it is midnight

In the glow of the moon

I will unravel from your definitions

Let them puddle at my feet

And I will step away

For I am

My own truth

City View

Stumbling over the city

Until I find myself in the bay

Looking up, watching the airplanes fly away

Never was graceful on my feet

Nor pretentious enough to have a boyfriend

So I find myself making friends with seagulls

My words pieces of bread they over-stuff themselves with

Then watch them roll away

For no one stays long near my shadow

It has a tendency to poke and laugh

So I rest my wrists on the rail, thinking

Watching the ships sail away

Wondering if my dreams are really only at night

Or if I can find them in the exhaust of a taxicab

Or tripping over a crack in the sidewalk

I guess we all are explorers

Forging for our dreams

Here I am surrounded by towers

And if you stand and look up

They seem to sway and fall down

So maybe there is hope in this concrete prison

That even the mighty will fall

And this girl will regain her balance

Autobiography II

Light dances through the blinds

Laying there and not wanting to move

This is the beginning

Feel time tilting then stumbling out of bed

Putting on mismatched ideals and dreams

Groggy, squinting in the mirror

Wipe away reality

Slowly paint this appearance

This appearance as if you care

When apathy didn’t seem to be your bedfellow

Find your youth in eye shadow and lipstick

Forget that you are supposed to be cynical at 34

Disappointment is a dish you serve up daily

For those that profess they love you the most

But at this age, you found the mute button

And can turn the channel on the course of your day

Bring on the light and the sun

Rebellion isn’t only for teenagers

But refuse to stop chasing the rainbows

Embracing the gray hairs shining silver

Each a medal you survived your twenties

And now it is time for the world to do flips for you

Grin and wink, shake away this reality

And rewrite your path each day

Regardless of the rules or demands

Wipe away reality

For this is the beginning of living

Blue and White Blossoms (December 2012)

Blue and white

Tiny flowers

Blossoms opening

Eventually closing

At twilight

I see you smile

I linger for a moment

Interesting is this gaze

The moon is full

So are these words

Blue and white

Tiny flowers

Blossoms falling

At my feet

I try to catch them like your promises

They wilt before they touch my hand

I know your true presence

You serenade me with loaded questions

I provide you with graceful answers

I tell you goodbye

For I was never a one trick pony

I cannot juggle your dreams and my hopes

Blue and white

Tiny flowers

Blossoms tucked behind my ear

If the world was flat

The day framed with leaves

Brittle and tattered

They fell away with the hours

I laid here

Watching the moon

Contemplating if the world

Could actually be flat

Flat enough

That I could write down thoughts

And watch them sprout feathers

Giving my words freedom

Free enough to touch the sky

Build sweet dreams

And let them rain

Rain down into the streets

Until we are finally flooded by hope and possibility

Crystalline

Crystalline dreams

These words have caught me

In a story, yet brief

Wild and free

Fleeting is our youth

For age is infinitely gaining

I find time lost in my palm

Look up, look up

Sweet child

Maybe we yet can gather up the moon

And slip it in our back pocket

Crumbled Dreams Taste Good with Ketchup

Crumbled dreams taste good with ketchup

Gritty upon the tongue and tough to swallow

Must learn how to digest them properly

Slowly dice them down into something imaginable

Make them attainable

For these dreams don’t grow on trees

Or be found in the baking section of the grocery store

Devour them image by image

Eyes closed and savor the taste

Sharp and piercing are the words and thoughts

Can almost cause heartburn

So stock up on antacids in case these dreams go bad

Grind them down and serve them on toast

Nibble them away, and maybe they will come true

Crumbled dreams taste good with ketchup

Moths in a Jar

Moths fluttering

Trapped in a jar

Jangling out seconds

Freedom forever a ghost

 

So we sit here

Under the lights

Collecting dust upon our paper wings

You once told me I was beautiful

 

After a few shots,

This world can be beautiful

I feel my skin pulled tight

With age, crackling and leaning forward

 

Feel myself breaking down

Into flakes of someone I used to be

Paper thin and brittle

These wings beat rapidly

 

Sit here with our nails

Scratching out thin grooves

A tick mark for every dream, wish

You once told me that my smile lit up the room

 

So give me a reason

To laugh

When the news plays the same five stories

Just with different participants

 

Start wondering what happened to happy endings

Feel so old, every person that walks by

Seems to move through me

Each a cold breeze as they exit out the door

 

Memories seem to be my best friend

These days jangling away

View caught at the bottom of glass

You once told me I could do anything

 

Forgot to leave this town

You left me sitting here

Wondering if the world is in fact round

Or as flat as the conversation in this bar

 

Moths fluttering

Trapped in a jar

Jangling out seconds

Freedom forever a ghost

 

Indigo

Indigo slips softly

Down my throat

Sweet upon the tongue

It stings slightly as it slides down

Close my eyes

Lingering are my dreams

Each a firefly

Dancing at fingertips

Laughter is my name

Trapped on the wind

You say you see me

In between the lines

On a busy street

I only smile

Blink and you will miss me

Can never catch a transparency

Indigo is what I would rather be

Sweet upon tongue and sting as I go down