Take every piece and put it back to better take every ash every molecule stitch it back together til its woven into the tapestry You realists fade and fail to comprehend me magic doesn’t exist to the frail in fealty learn to accept the unexpected…

Soundlessly wandering the beaches of dreams Grey waters sweep the sand out from under my feet and wash me away. Do I give in or do I fight?   How much longer can I battle the ceaseless current. It has no aching muscles that tire…

But when he eats them his nose grows long. And though he fights his appetite. His nose grows longer into the night. Geppetto cries inside a whale. But a tickling feather saves the day. What we learn from fairy-tales is known to us and really…

If you happen to find me, I’ll be crocheted in a blanket of red, white, and yellow, Woven in a basket of wicker, Amidst a pile of elephant figurines, That’s where you may find me. Scavenging through the things of the past, Looking for the…

They exist in a world once removed from reality where pain only last a moment and death is for the bad guys. But here in reality we need more heroes super or not because with an abundance of villains our imaginations are all we’ve got.

I stopped breathing When you fell asleep In death Just one more hug Just one more call One more conversation One more chance to make You proud I stopped breathing And the sorrow hasn’t left

Birds diving catch my eye. towards my window from the sky. What pulls them like a magnet there? To their demise Is it fear? I try to watch, impassively but look aside can’t help but care. I wonder at the news today bombings, killings lives…

I wish you’d look at me and sway. Shiver from the very core of your spine. Feeble heart, trembling with the very thought of loosing you.

Consequences   I have held my heart Up and out of my body For the whole world to see I have tried to give it Easily, Coyly At a distance I have given it gladly Had it stolen away I seem to grow another Too…

The pavement is rough under my knees, scrapping them into a bloody pulp. But I don’t feel it. I only feel the rush. I feel my heart pounding in my chest like a runaway train. Fingers knotted in my hair and pulling, it must be…