I want to be bare but at the same time I want to wear many layers layers so many you can no longer see my skin see my face see my tears I want to be free but at the same time I want to live a lie a lie so deep it forces a … Continue reading 11-23-14


But the Flowers

Flowers so tiny they scarcely seem to exist. A soft breeze bringing a slight chill. Birds huddled in trees, so loud, crying for attention. But the flowers.   Ignore the trash, ignore The dead grass and decomposing fruit. Focus on the white snowdrops, The yellow daisies that dot the hill And sway in the wind … Continue reading But the Flowers