ThinkI hardly know what to say tonight,So, I beg of you,Let words not hinder the depths of emotion tonightThough I want to know what you're thinkingSo very much soLet us be content in dreaming of each otherWhile our words are few and far betweenBecause they cannot be read tonightThough I want to read them tonightI can't wait to see you again.
UnspokenThere's something inside of meThat wants to get outA voice, a song, a separate soulA roar, a cry, a whisper...But the words to say it won't comeAnd to be honest, I wonder if it isn't a sound,But a feeling that has no name
TankedIn the middle of a crowdBehind a glass wallTurtle in the tankThey'll stare only til they're boredI'm lonely, behind this glass wall,And I'm not sure how to break it...So for now, I'll sit and watch the people walk by
Sunken ShipsLet's go among the sunken shipsIn the graveyard,At the bottom of the seaWe'll sing and kick up the silty sandAnd bring life backTo memoryBoisterous, we'll be, obnoxious, a tadJust to bring sound backTo death's quiet landWe'll chase away shadowsFor a moment, or eternityAnd we'll lay flowersAt their helms, respectivelyAll before we leaveThe sunken graveyard of the sea
LeavingWeighed down not by societyOr expectationsNot today.Instead,By the calling of the freedomOutside my windowIn my grasp,But I... I might be too cowardly to take itI don't want to be though.So if I don't want to be,Then does that mean I want to go?Leave everything behindWithout a word,Just pack a bag and run?Why does that sound so appealing?The unknown, the risk, leaving everything behind?I'm restless, quivering with this pull- longing, inside of me.So what if I go?I'd leave and then... return whenever I come backThey'd see me again, this wouldn't be goodbye in the least!So if that's the case, why am I hesitating?Why can't I admit, to them, or myself, that I just...I want to go?
Sleep, A Powerful TemptressLaying here, waitingStaring at the ceilingOr I guess it'd be the bottomOf the top bunk of my bed?Anyway, waitingWaiting for my phone to ringAs I stare at the bottomOf the top bunk of my bed.Sleep, please don't yet take meI just want to read a few more words fromSo I'm staring at the bottom Of the top bunk of my bed.Please keep me awake...I love hearing fromBut I'm staring at... my eyelids...And everything's dr i f t i n g a w a y
Snow HaikuSnow on the eveningSilent soldiers drifting downAs I fall asleep
TrifleSitting in my shadowed roomWatching blue skies turn to grayI sit and ponder everythingTrifle AndImportantTo my mind they're all the same
Winter LightningDarkAnd OldThe Clouds Billow,Wind Swirling.And White LightningWinter LightningBeckons Admirers And Cold
La LuneHera's pendant restsAgainst a dark'ning sky;The winking sequinsOn her sable, velvet gownReflect the light of her eyes.
Nous sommes l'emeraudesSupporting the weightOf a heavy atmosphereEmerald pillars rise;Our distorted perspectiveLeaves us musing over worth.
Cold Thoughts一緒に冷たいと思考と沈黙。いっしょにつめたいとしこうとちんもく。(Cold and thoughts and silence together.)
Frost IV.Ghosts tarry at my window,Scripting sad sonnets with their cold breath--The crystal ink of winter.
Frost III. (Demeter)Demeter paints with her sighsOn the barren branches of the trees,Pining sorely for the Spring.
Frost II.The dust of snow fairy wingsIs left glittering on the windowWhere they lingered, seeking warmth.
Frost I.Tiny diamonds strewn, winkingIn silver rays of moonlight o'er bladesOf grass that we've trodden down.
Untitleda lighter toucha green fly on the stringof her guitar
Snowflake FanciesThe plume of a sprite--Which she plucked from her mantle--Is left glitteringOn her downy bed of grass;Soft frosty feathers of snow.
Haiku 4Grey skies thick todayThe air is cool and wispyRemembering sun