yesterday I had dreams

I'm the kind of girl that once believed in romanticism. Knights and shining armor. Smiling faces and cheerful laughter. I believe in love and happiness. This is the kind of girl I am. There is no clouded eyes just sun-kissed hearts.this is the world i want. I want to think these wishes will come true. In hope of a happy tomorrow, a tomorrow that will never come

Leaving

Say goodnight to the moon
kiss the sweet reflection good-bye.
Watch as the stars burn out
Sing this sweet lullaby.
In the morning the sun will come
lighting up the late midnight sky
Caressing the horizon,
as the two worlds pass by.

-Rhymes, i really hate them.

Evanescent Love

At the end of the rains there is a fire.
Engulfing the lush blades of green,
once heavy with an unwanted desire.
As if rusted,
now brown,
the sun still blaring.
In this drought,
longing for the rains of tomorrow
Comes an ill-fitted cure.
Sporadic rain as if a tease
Bring what should be drops of life
Yet no, with each shower
more pain is to follow
Watch the the grass burn under the rays of the sun.

14.4.10

There's an empty feeling when your on the edge of tears. When it's not hysteria it's almost comforting. You cant figure out why you're crying or even when your going to stop. Just drops in the corner of your eyes. Just waiting for that moment of weakness, when you cant hold them back. This is the breaking point that either leads to an irrational meltdown or when the mind stabilizes again. At this moment there's a numbness, a reflection over everything. You can watch others love and die around you. But the the question is, did this phase you? Are you going to cry over lost a love or a dead child? Will you remember when she beat you down with words of incompetence? Count to three, take a breath, tell him you love him, cry.

Spinning. A spiraling downfall. Caring, thinking, crying. Raindrops fall, whisper words.Thoughts. Cold stings down my arms. shiver, shake, cry. Repeat. The trees, the leaves, the air. The hard plastic of reality. Everywhere, every screen play.They kiss.Disappear. Lie. A need, necessity, drug. Falling off the cycle. I wish.

The grass is greener

There exists death and tears,
but none of which i feel.
Broken hearts and bullet scarred souls
Again neither pain to call my own.

All i have are soft set skies
pale oranges and pinks
wrapping me into security
warmth as an external source
letting me know care.

On this side of the fence
I know of only smiles
and waves of rolling laughter.
i haven't experienced the pains of the world
i know not of hunger and fear,
i know not of control and submission.

What lies beneath

we have dreams of perfection
an idea what life should be
green grass
white picket fences,
this is suburbia.

Dye your hair
plaster a smile
arrange your face,
collagen alterations.

Kids walking in line,
single filed submission.
left foot,right foot
not ever stepping out.

Down a path we follow.
the trees are growing
and bushes pruned
this is suburbia.

The streets are watched
and each corner is stopped.
outsiders,
none to be seen.

Among the borders
where grass is not but brown
just waiting for the mark,
the mark of stiletto heels.

So now grows the walls of suburbia
tearing down any middle ground
lining the streets in pearls,
eating away at every store bought family,
this is my suburbia.