The worst part about being a life long ugly duckling?

You know you won’t,

But somehow you can’t help but hope

Some day you’ll become a swan.


My darling, Sunrise

You’re the most mysterious thing

 I’ve ever seen

You’re misery and joy

And all that’s in between.

You see all the colors that I’ve tried to hide

There’s no hiding from you

My darling, Sunrise.
But if you ask me no questions 

I will not tell you lies.

You can look at my face

And see the truth in my eyes.

And when one day

Like all things must

you die

You should die knowing

 you’re the love of my life.
The years keep on running

And they don’t slow down

And the longer they run

The less I know how

To keep my head up

Above Time’s wicked tides

But you remind me to breathe

My darling, Sunrise.
If I could

I would throw myself 

Down at your feet

If you might

 think it cute

I’d  be complacent and sweet

If it convinced you to stay

I’d make you a home

But as day turns to night

So too do you go.


You’re just a dream 

Just a moment in time

When I lost my head

With no real reason or rhyme

But now I know why the moon

Chases the sun

Cause the love that 

she has for him 

Carries her on.
You are the bird

I am the gun

But my trigger 

Is stuck 

And it can’t be undone.

If that makes me a coward

Then a coward I’ll die

As long as you’re flying

My darling, Sunrise.
If I could
I would throw myself 

Down at your feet

If you might

think it cute

I’d be complacent and sweet

If it convinced you to stay

I’d make you a home

(But as day turns to night

So too do you go.


The moon will never

Catch the sun she knows

But she lights up the darkness

With hope beyond hope

So I’ll send you my love

On the wings of the bees

And the whisper of wind

As it touches the trees

But if you should doubt

Or feel alone

Know that I love you

My darling, Sunrise.

Dreams of dirt

You make my heart scream

Like violence

Crashing against the shores of reality.

You make my flesh burn

To ashes

Left in the wake of your touch.

I am where the desert meets the sea

Drowning sand and scorching waves.

I am left as bleached white bones

Left to splinter under the sun’s dry breath.

And how I long for your shade

For your cool sweetwater eyes.

Once the desert knew the taste of rain

The sea was not weighed down by salt.

But you have found me brittle bare and charred

With only the hollow dream of dirt and trees.

Wishing and musing

It is people like you
Who make me wish I was beautiful

A worthy trinket to hang on your arm.

I would be the autumn sunset embodied in flesh

The merest touch leaving chills down your neck.

But I am only the winter wind

The chill of my touch is biting

The sound of me a wail

And the sight of me unregistered.

But unlike those sunset girls you touch so fondly

My winter wind runs fingers through your hair

Brings color to your cheeks

Chaps your lips with invisible kisses.

You may never see me

You may always be repulsed by me

But what sunset can sing to you in gale?

Or lower you tenderly into the deepest of slumber?

When you are naught but bones

You will not feel the pull of the sun’s warmth

But I will whistle through you, and carry your dust to eternity.

On love

I always tell myself that I have no more love to give the world.

And suddenly some  thing arrives. Some plant long neglected or some tiny creature. Some broken heart or lost soul.

Endlessly, I always find just a little more love to give. A little more of myself to doll out into the universe.

Once I find that little bit of my heart, I give it willingly. Free of expectation but brimming with hope. 

One should think they would feel empty with so much giving. But in reality, every moment of love given to something else makes your heart that much bigger, and your shoulders that much stronger.

So love without restraint – that pure and innocent and altruistic sort of love which one can give just the same to the tiniest seed, the girl who just needs to see a smile, or the fragile baby bird fallen from its nest.

A note to WordPress

I love this private world I’ve created for myself, here among the words of a million other minds.

Where I can type the song that plays in my heart, be it heavy or feather light with no fear of someone asking me, “are you sure you’re alright?”.

I follow diverse and brilliant writers

And occasionally am followed by them

And so many gifts are blessed upon me; the freedom to say as I feel, the words of others to bury myself in when I have no words of my own, to know someone is listening even if I say I want that not, and the satisfying release of pent up feelings with no where to go -in a healthy sort of fashion. 

Also the ability to appropriately express my love for dashes and run on sentences.
Thank you WordPress