wilted flower

your pain is like a fresh-cut flower
wilting on the drop of a dime
and the sound it makes resonates
deep below my spine
i hold it up against the sky and cry
i wanted to show you
that there is a light in you
my heart sinks down,
down, down

ya, alright

how much do you hate me?
does your lust drag on into the night?
do you carve ahead
with courageous fright?
do you fuck me
out of mind, out of sight?
does your lust drag on into the night.
ya, you love me alright
do you smile at me out of spite?
ya, you hate me alright
out of mind
out of sight
you spent a long time on this freight
going nowhere
out of light

fingertips

like a tempest i dragged her back to that place
dreams, illusions and lies intertwined
into a story that is half-truth
she; frantic, remembering when;
fingering the old wound
burn it, soothe it, but it does not heal.
it festers and finds new pains
buried deep in child hood graves
though pray; i do
to find forgiveness in strength
i feel the cringe and the furrowed brow
and the light reflecting in your solemn hue
there's room in here for innocence
light, air, wind, softness
i heal with my fingertips

foolish mistakes

my favourite thing
is driving fast at night
down dark country roads
with just the headlights on
when the air is hot
and the windows are down
i think about crashing
at every turn
i feel the burn that my hot tires make
when the rubber is squealing
i've had too much to drink
i push the limits
in the name of the law
because i am abiding
and witness i saw
myself in the flames
in the car in the ditch
from the foolish mistakes
of the risks that i take

resting pose

"sa-va-sana. where the body finds stillness. until we reflect it into life.
this is non-violence."

the nicest thing

the nicest thing is
when someone loves you for who you are
without make-up on and in your clothes
with shoulders bare
and they look deep into your eyes
and you look into theirs
and there is a great moment of understanding
with a touch of melancholia
and beauty,
everything is perfect around you and there is no sound, no god, no world, no stars.
only your lovers eyes
and your freckles shine
and you feel,
you feel good

hopeless generation

i live in a hopeless generation
we don't have any fears
i have acne because
a) i am a woman
b) i am not perfect
c) i will be a mother one day
it's too bad you can't admit you are afraid
i know i'm sad
but i've resolved to let you go this way