fuck this

no more poetry and pretty things

i want to scream at the top of my lungs

Marcella Johnson

Remains

Violet Green

there's a young girl
who lives in the trees
she went up high to sing
and blew the first breeze

she plays with the birds
and makes lullabies
that dim skies to night time

she asks them how they
grow their wings
she only wants to fly

whispers and whistles
her dreams float south
they follow warmer wind

she melts the leaves
and freezes
time
until spring
when she tells the sun
to light up the world
so he shines

Afternoon with Winter

I drink tea with Einstein,
share cigarettes with Thomas.
Peter Pan is in a cage sleeping by a lion,
she's been tamed.
Wind and heat collide
between guitar beats
water droplets
bowls of ash and seed
songs of planes
and cries of dead leaves.
Empty rooms
quiet eyes,
noon is as good as night time.
Bright light sleep
snow melting my feet
erasing footprints,
making tracks
all the cold blocks back.

i hope he's ok

hook

i never meant
to grow old
the second star
was so far
out of reach
we're moving at light speed
you and me
i lose my breath
i rest
i sweat
i can't keep up
you're far away
the clocks change
we're on different days
keep my window in your sight
second house
to the right

Treasures

they gave me their treasures on the street
his good word
bad teeth
her song
and cleaning

Lakeside painted kites in the sunrise

maybe morning was necessary
shedding skin
shedding sins
changing seasons
the clouds are pushing for spring
leaving my skies
winter's leaving my life
i need you to melt
i'll wait it out
but gray should only stay
for so long
i need blue
and warm skin
darker by july
december through march
this is goodbye

Twice removed

i put them on my window ledge
they were for him
they almost lived
they were forget-me-nots
but i forgot

Arizona left behind

those thirty miles were our last
you went too far
never looked back
my shoes were small
my steps were few
i got tired of chasing
the idea
of you
let's just be memories
gray skies and car rides
i'll be your stranger
and you can be mine

distance suits us best.

Dear,_______

These connections are loosening
and there's nothing i can do
maybe we're supposed to separate,
untie these knots before they break

it was always personal.