Sometimes I Ruin What I'm Trying To Say By Making Use Of Too Many Words

The house spider in my window Is resting for the winter It is her second year here She might not make it to spring She is thin and fragile now I will watch to see if she revives From her gentle hibernation What an impact she has had on me No creature is undeserving of love And I have had so much to give

Kingdoms that we built Inside our neighboring, Rolling, hillside towns Still stand strong and Towering, but only in my Enchanted daydreams, the Night fell fast in yours

Why does our perception Of gender Change the tone In which we read someone's work?

My woman is stoic My man is soft spoken Anywhere I fall on the spectrum is loud Or terribly quiet

You are candlelight My yellow rose Every song I'll ever compose We are elegance And flowing words The freedom between Mated birds We've been thunder Pouring rain The healing after Endless pain I'm a soft brush With eternity Always painting You and me

Let's not tarnish the sky By throwing money at space races While children who wish upon stars Are starving to death in streets While workers are catching the plague Earning a wage that isn't living Just to pay for your contest

Let's not tarnish the sky Please don't tarnish the sky Leave the stars to those who need them Please just let the stars remain

Look how unsettled They are, sweetheart Mainstream society Shaking their label Makers in our faces Demanding we bend To their jaded ideas Fake beauty standards And accept it all as Flawless dharma

How lucky we are To have effortlessly Escaped the downfall Of our communities If we ever belonged To any at all In the first place, We're just laughing

You and I take Unmarked, high grass Tick filled walks Away from the markers Heavy breathing Trudges into our Very own meadow Of unquestioned and Unblinking acceptance

My love, you have Never asked questions Of me, or asked me To try to understand Never did you worry That I wouldn't see you Or leave you alone By the weeping willow

We always read similar Philosophy books Flipping pages and Comparing interpretations You've never had to try To define yourself To explain away Your perfect face I knew you before You told me your name

Light the candle Scratch, sizzle Glow, glow

Flicker, flicker The shadow On the wall Dances

Melting, dripping Like an icicle Of fire

Ouch! Wax hits My hand both Scorching And warm

A small light Dims, dims, Flares!

Blow it out now Abrupt, smoke Rising up, up Fades

A scent lingers A wick wilts Hardens

My body won't hold me There's too much of me for one, I'm more than just a face or skin Changing, never done.

I am a heart and a mind And the worlds in my head, I wasn't made by hands But sparked from fire instead.

Maybe I am energy Am I a spirit or a soul? So just being physical Is never really being whole.

Arms and legs won't cage me I am not grounded by the land, I know how it feels to fly When all I do is stand.

I don't think of you I don't look for you Blink, you're here Blink, you're gone

I walk through my day I go about life Step, you appear Step, you fade

I curl up in bed I sleep and don't Dream Inhale, I breathe you Exhale, I let go

Moonlight, moonlight You are so much kinder to me Than your lover sun Who is so demanding As to burn.

You, the brightest one Who watches over us Whispering, "do not be afraid," You, who makes the dark A bedroom.

Moonlight, moonlight Caretaker of the earth Giver of sweetest dreams, I keep you with me in the day As thoughts.