Monday, August 17, 2009

Sleep for now.

Temporary hiatus due to a minor mental breakdown.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Up.


So many seeds have been sown in the field,
and who could sprout up so blessedly if I had died?

Enscribed.


Please, remember me my misery,
and how it lost me all I wanted.

Friday, August 14, 2009

Lost.


I'm quite sure we'll find one another
in a place that's better than this --
a time filled with us.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Haze.


We are always living in twilight.
Living in a dream,
walking in between sunrise and sunset.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Scarred.


This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Solace.


I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I loved so much.

Aqua Caelum Luna.



In the water, I am beautiful.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Sparkle.

Together, we glide through the blue, velvet dark and stars.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Gardener.

My little Miss Begotten,
you're quite a stubborn bud.
If we can't make you open,
we will take it out in blood.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Perseverence.


He collects loose change for all tomorrow's parties.

Friday, August 7, 2009

Flora.


Lying in the long grass,
close beside her,
giving her the name of the one the moon loves.